[EightBall]
Yeah
All my playa n***az throw your hands up
And all my thug n***az throw your guns up
Weak n***az give your funds up, to these hoes
Distance your foes, and stay up on your toes
I love this game, but its not the NBA
It be me and MJ, doin' sh** the playa way
Daily smokin' hay
The time on my Roly, tellin' me I'm gonna make cheese like Kobe
Did what the real n***az showed me, and shook the phonies
Hooked the honies, lookin' like I got some money
Ain't it funny, they diss you when you lookin' bunny
But she your honey, when your stuff shrimps in her tummy
I just call it how I see it, non-fictional
Deliver the bomb sh**, straight irresistable
Without a pistol, I'll make you put your hands up
So everybody in the place put your hands up
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Stompin', and pimpin' and mackin' and actin'
Bad when a n***a rappin'
Get your hands up, let me see the big bu*ts
We don't wanna see nothin' but the big bu*ts
Thug n***az if you feel me bust
No matter where you at pull your sh** out and bust
Thug n***az if you feel me bust
No matter where you at pull your sh** out and bust
Yeah, first to bringin' the pain
And you better bring a Hertz too
Southern voodoo brewed up to curse you
May even hurt you, born into violence
Streets a pilot, flyin' rhymes over cloudy beats
50 thousand feet above what you thought I was
Just a scrub, not good enough to get your love
I came with acrobatic tongue tactics
Parental advisory because my sh** is graphic
Tatooed on your memory that fat Tennesee MC
Comin' out hard, they call me Mr. B-I-G
But not because of my size, you better recognize
I'm do or die, when you talk about my green guys
Warn the citizens, the k**ers on the loose again
Gone off of 'lucigens, clownin' in the big Benz
All I wanna do is make a n***a get bucked
So get up, and get your mothaf**in' hands up
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[MJG]
Throw your hands in the smoke, cause there's smoke in the air
Get close to me, I'll contact your a** like a flare
As you stare, n***a you gonna come to term with what you see
A primitive example of the sh** you want to be
And I ain't gonna be
Persuaded, by blue sueded shoe wearin'
Slick gun b**hes, who get paid quick
Trick n***az stop all of that trickin' and sh**
If she come with a price tag, f** that b**h
Why should you switch?
From one hoe, and love 'em all
Cause she could s** the flavor out a dick?
Hell nah
One thing you gotta know about a woman
Big dicks will be the reason for some sh** known to get that p**y comin'
Now who I be, before the G, MJ
n***a I ain't tryin' to high side
But have a nice day
Like a, get a way girl
I get hips to watch
I'm takin' applications
Look at all the traffic you stopped
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