歌词：
8Forty8

let you know I still exist I hope the next boy that you kiss Has something terribly contagious on his lips But I got a plan, drink for forty days and forty

fuck do people think about? [Chorus] - 3/8X [Aceyalone] You should put on a mask, and go in home savings Witcho' nuts and yo' heart and yo' forty

they got a curfew And you go to the Starkville City Jail I started pacin' back and forth and now and then, I'd yell And kick my forty dollar shoes against

why they frigid Lenox ave boy working with 8 digits Summer time came through in our may blizzards Old ladies looking like damn they did it 'Cause huh, I got to forty

rhyme is dirty, you couldn't even clean it With Comet, for even more axe, some try Ajax Only mix with the best, 48-tract-ya I get down with the 8 sole

game We got homies who sell straps, homies who sell crack Homies who sell the bomb chronic sacks thats a fact 'Cause you from the neighborhood, niggas love Pimps, players, suckers, hoes, forty

s about time y'all bitch ass niggaz (fuck this.. shit) Y'knahmsayin? Tired of ya bitch ass niggaz everywhere (Yeah nigga, Daz and Kurupt) 1-8-7 killin

flocks, my motto's Benzino's 'bout to drop, and that's a problem Matta fact, that's a promise You spit trash, your man is garbage I whip cars, fast and forty

ski masks, black suited with gloves Break the imprinted chest with at least nine slugs Man I ate eight clips with eight chicks watching eight flicks You's 8