<FONT size="1"><B>(feat. Lloyd)</B></FONT>
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Ooh la la Bangladesh..
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Hey...
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[Hook - Lloyd]
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See a nigga like me gonna get money til I get rich
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Ride with a couple hundred G's in a biscuit
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Stay down for whatever forever hustle with my misfit homes
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And soon you gonna see just how crunk this shit be once we get rich
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Til then its back to hustling with my misfits
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Deep, on a creep, fifty songs tucked under the prone..
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Fifty songs tucked under the prone
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[MJG]
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I keep a big old nigga beater heater
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Its in the trunk of my four-door and my two seater
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I'm make them say skeeter skeeter
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Keep up and grab the ball back just like I'm Derek Jeter
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I know you want to fuck my hoe but you too scared to meet her
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See you ain't got enough bread to even start to treat her
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The way a pimp did, and in the bed I'm even sweeter
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I hustle, I got more Franklins in me than Aretha
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If I had Oprah Winfrey I would marry her and keep her
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I spit as much knowledge as preachers and teachers
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Just as long as the message reach us we all fill up the bleachers
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I'm the MJG, I get in yo' shit
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I ain't trying to run yo' clique, that be your friend so quick
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Come on, where my money, let me hit the stage
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Fuck them long interviews, just give us the front page
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Black G apostrophe S us, forever bust
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Them lyrics that make the people say that he got nuts
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[Hook]
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[Eightball]
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Yeah man..
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Sticky weed kicking in, big Ball steppin in
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Straight flying when I hustle, that's how I represent
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Bounce, if you feeling what I'm spitting up in your ear hole
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I been rocking mics since I was 17 years old
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Smoking up, drinking up, kicking dust, and fucking up
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Everybody want a piece and we ain't got enough for us
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Yeah, I touched a brick or two, pounds I done smoked a few
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Got my bread and didn't do what the fuck I was supposed to do
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Money blinds players, turns them into evil spirits
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Niggas die trying to live out these old rap lyrics
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I try to give it to them just how it come to me
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Real and unedited, not how it be on T.V
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Be myself and don't be what those haters want me to be
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Take the good the bad hit my knees set me free
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Make the bad good, put that on my leather and wood
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Cinderella with my fellas deep off in the hood
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Nigga
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[Hook]
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[MJG]
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You need to stop sticking your hand out and trying to fold it
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Turn around the broom handle and trying to hold it
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It's plenty dirt to be swept, and leaves to be raked
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Now you need to leave from my face, take heed to mistake
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That you just made, thinking a player could get played
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Thinking that a rapper could get wrapped and phone tapped
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My whole life I learned the hard way to spot liars
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And it seems like its usually the ones that's right by ya
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FIRE!
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[Eightball]
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Jumping up out the tip with pistols sittin up
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Fuck me? Watch my gun skeet like its bussing nuts
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'Cept when it hit your cheek it burn then it split your cheek
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Then come out the back of your head, now your just a memory
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Graphic how I got it illustrated, rated triple X
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Niggas want to be the king, I don't give a fuck who's best
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Just watch your mouth, talking down in the south
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I'm gonna let my nuts hang and start punching clowns out
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[Hook]
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Forever
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8Ball & MJG |