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    Eightball & M.J.G. / Lyrics

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    Eightball & M.J.G.

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    [ CHORUS: Both 2x ]
    Niggaz aint fuckin with us
    Cause we strapped with them guns
    And we always shoot 'em
    Nigga u got us fucked up
    Aint no hater in us
    We some real muthufuckas baby

    [ Eightball ]
    Nigga I clown fo' mine
    I get it down fo' mine
    If neccesary pull shit and bust a round fo' mine
    You know my sound design
    For niggaz street encline
    Southern niggas on tha grind
    Shine and recline
    I stay hard like fake tits
    Dig like ice-picks
    Disrespect the 'Slab' and yo wig I might split
    You hide we find you
    Creep up from behind you
    And leave you with some heat that will always remind you

    [ MJG ]
    Because of that big trigget
    You niggaz need to quit givin cheese out
    You probably wear your knee's out
    Yo' wife wanna leave out
    But when she pull them keys out
    A bunch of that please baby please
    What it be'z bout
    But what we be'z bout is big body
    When we roll up in ya after party
    Been smokin wait but hold up, stop, dont tell nobody
    Stage holda, mic controller, money gripper
    Toe tipper, nigga big time hoe flipper

    [ CHORUS: 2x ]

    [ MJG ]
    When I roll bitches
    Lyrical lethal like it was dope hard Moonshine
    Niggaz playin like cartoon time
    He get tucked in the dark room time
    To a busta who done died, why?
    All because he tried
    What? To tell the truth about some shit
    But that nigga lied
    Talkin about he dont bump us in his ride
    Nigga FUCK you
    And the horse you rode on too
    You cant fuck with me
    Unless you stressed to be an absentee perminately

    [ Eightball ]
    I dont bard no nigga talkin bout what he got
    Until you show me somethin nigga you just talkin alot
    Niggaz love to start shit
    Poppin that hard shit
    Catch them alone and they convert to a broad quik
    Where them niggaz at?
    Who you said got yo back dawg?
    [ Ball they all fake, they puttin on a act dawg ]
    Yeah you niggaz be trippin thinkin shit is sweet dawg
    We gon' keep it raw until all my niggaz eat dawg

    [ MJG ]
    Im a cool nigga
    But sometimes I act a fool nigga
    Im certified in takin bitces to school nigga
    The rule is for MJG to stack paper
    And fuck bitch niggaz up when they act hata

    [ Eightball ]
    Big ball, MJG
    We do it for the streets
    For them niggaz and them bitches tryna get up on they feet
    Haters get a hollow tip deep off in they fo'head
    All over some punk shit that bitch shouldnt have neva said

    [ MJG ]
    We got plenty connections
    In all of the preferred sections
    Potent elections fo' big playaz and bitches sexin
    Eigthball and MJG
    Consider reckless, flawless
    You got blessed the day you saw this

    [ Eightball ]
    Nigga realize u cant fuck with this
    Get it hype, get it crunk, get it buck up in this bitch
    Take no nigga Space Age
    Thug up in this shit
    Eightball, MJG we wuz up
    Up in this bitch

    [ CHORUS: 2x ]
    This song was submitted on March 11th, 2011 and last modified on October 18th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Royalty Network Music Publishing Ltd..
    Written by M. Goodwin, Premro Vonzellaire Smith.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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