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Good morning class
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This is your teacher MJG
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Look at me as I write my name on the board
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Class do you see my name?
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Do you understand my name?
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Well listen
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Okay
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Class today at Break A Bitch University
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We will teach young bustas playa hatas
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And all of these weak narrow minded young sissies
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How to break a bitch
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Now
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Really it's so easy
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Mister G I have a question
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Yes?
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Pimpology today is different than it was in the 70s
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Aha
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I wanna know how can anybody stroll today
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And if so, what proceeds do we have to go through?
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Well, check it out
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First here's what you have to do
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{MJG:}
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It's time to let the p-i-m-p in the fuckin front do'
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One mo' nigga cuttin paper on the down low
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It's so twisted in this white man's society
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Why it be hard for a nigga when he try to be
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Independent, on his own with a plan
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You hate it cause you can't understand how I can
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Rearrange and change how your daughter was raised
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And teach her how to constantly get paid when she's laid
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Ain't no use in bein the freak of the city, you still ain't got no ducats
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You want a rolex or ride buckets?
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Bitch, listen cause you gots plenty of competition from these other hoes
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Who think that you supposed
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To fall dead, short, lame to the game
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Don't worry, put them bitches in your pistol range
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MJ fuckin G settin your mind free with the type of knowledge
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Class has started, day number one in Break-A-Bitch College
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And today, class
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We have a guest speaker, Mister Fat Mac
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Please introduce yourself...
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Good evening, players, good evening
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Eightball the Fat Mac here
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I'm here to let you know
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That these bitches, mean these bustas no good
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You see what I'm sayin?
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Now first of all, class
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Are there any questions?
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Ah yes, Mister Eightball
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You bein a Professor of Pimpology
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Tell me how these niggas let these hoes
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Get em caught up in that fuck shit
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Alright buddy, check this out...
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{Eightball:}
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Once again here I come pushin that funk into your ear
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Do you recall Eightball, the player of the year
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Calm cause I'm cool, and I'm cool cause I'm calm
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Leavin hoes shell-shocked like they fall in Vietnam
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Mayn, some have game, but most of them can't handle this
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Those that I think are stars, end up bein scandalous
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Welfare recipients, crib full of rugrats
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Boost a couple of shirts, and now the bitch think she all that
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Freakazoids have a nigga noid steppin up to me
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Hoes that'll fuck you fast might be packin H.I.V.
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Me, I'm packin jimmy hats
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So a hoe won't give me that
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Shit about she on the pill
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Knowin that her pussy kill
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See, through my education illustrations were the key
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See, where I'm from only bustas have to pay a fee
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Now you might ask what can a nigga do to get started
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Pull a hoe and go enroll in Break-A-Bitch College
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Ah yeah
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Now that was a very nice lecture
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And as I walk back over to the middle of the bulletin board
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I - I kinda figured, I wondered to myself
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And I looked at my class, and I
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It seems that you have more questions
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Is there any more questions?
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Yes
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Yes, Mister MJG
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I have a question
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Yes?
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Ah - in 94
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Do you think - ah
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Any bitches are gonna come up?
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Can - can any bitches be pimps?
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Look here, look here
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Let me tell you...
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{MJG:}
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Now these bitches got a lotta game for a nigga, so
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That made me try to see how to break a hoe
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What exactly would it take for me to make the bitch click
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How damn quick could I make the bitch break a trick
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How fuckin long will it take to make my profit
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And what kinda justice can this hoe do for my pocket
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Talkin space-age pimpin, similar to the oldies
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In ways like keepin our business tight, not by tryina be Goldie
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These niggas gettin they game picked down to the bone
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If you listen on what these hoes have to say, your money's gone
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Nigga, focus on your own rhyme, make em follow your own rules
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Don't be a fool, nigga, bring that bitch on by to school
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I got a class for that ass, and it stars at seven
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'I was a pimp' at ten o'clock, break till eleven
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Future looks good for the smartest
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Niggas in the school of Sir Break-A-Bitch College
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Okay class, okay class
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Everybody just needs to settle down
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Everybody just settle down
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We're gonna break in about 15 minutes
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But we have one more lecture, one more lecture
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Now ehm, eh
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Calm down, calm down
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I'm gonna take one more question
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I'm gonna take -
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Are there any more questions?
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Ah yeah - ah
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I wanna know
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How can a ordinary busta like me
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You know, you know
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...get in Break-A-Bitch College?
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{Eightball:}
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Not long ago I grew up as a youngster in this shit
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When all I wanted to do is stick my dick up in a bitch
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That dope made my ends, and my ends bought me weed
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And all I wanted to see was them young bitches on they knees
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Uncle Sam, damn, can I get a job, see
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I don't wanna sell this dope, and nope, I don't wanna get out and rob
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Today I was coolin like I usually do
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I met this hoe after a show that wanted to chew me and screw
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Now some busta-ass nigga woulda fucked the bitch
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But at Break-A-Bitch College that's called trickin off your dick
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On the corner ain't no pimps, real players are low-key
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I'm on the verge of a splurge, settin up shop in Tennessee
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Ain't no future for the lame, ain't no love in this game
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Do you fuck them hoes and trust them hoes and love em with no shame?
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9 times out of 10, trick nigga, if you do
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Break-A-Bitch College got a scholarship just for you
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Ah yes
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Damn good class, damn good class
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Wonderful graduates
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I love em all, I love em all
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Now class
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Can you all join in with me
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For our school alma mater
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And let's sing it
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I'm proud to be an alumni
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From Break-A-College
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I'm proud to be...
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Break A Bitch College
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| Eightball & MJG |
