<FONT size="1"><B>(feat. P. Diddy)</B></FONT>
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[Verse 1: MJG]
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I'm just a drop top flippin', flippin'
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Fifth of Yacht sippin', sippin'
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Dope crack that's going in the strip clubs tippin'
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MJG ah, P.I.M.P. ah
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Fuck a blind date, oh no, I got to see her
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The new millennium poet
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Forever show it, can't blow it
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If you reap it, you sow it
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I, pay my, dues
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And it's the rules that I play by
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Carry the team like I'm A.I
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I used to cook rocks, and hit the block
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And gun in the bushes, and money in my sock
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Shit, I had hoes way before I was nationally famous
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I was in the hood strapped up good
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Watchin' my anus
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I'm a target splitter
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The world strongest man hardest hitter
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Even though you hate
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I still elevate regardless nigga
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Step to us boy, look what you done started
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And we don't even care that your arsenal be the largest
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[Hook: 8 Ball & MJG, P. Diddy]
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When it's on, it's on, it's on, it's on
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When it's on, you better get your shit and be gone
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When it's on, it's on, it's on, it's on
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When it's on, you better get your shit and be gone
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When it's on, it's on, it's on, it's on
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When it's on, you better get your shit and be gone
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When it's on, it's on, it's on, it's on
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When it's on, you better get your shit and be gone
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[Verse 2: 8 Ball]
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Look, you niggas play too much mayne
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You need to pump yo' brakes
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Keep a heater nigga need for them restless snakes
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Right in my face caught a case tryin' to defend my space
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Dodging snitches police niggas jumping state to state
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What kind of nigga run his mouth and snitch out everybody?
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The kind of nigga that's gone end up being a dead body
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Yo' wife and children gone be searching for their dear ol' daddy
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They found his headless body tied up in a dark alley
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It's cold like ice and snow on a nigga soul
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For bricks or snow, niggas will fuck you like a dirty hoe
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Kick yo' door and put and your babies on the floor
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See you in public fuck who with you let the thang go
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A nigga tell you don't let business turn personal
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Fuck what they say cause for gram a nigga hurtin' you
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Niggas out here hurtin' fool
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Nothing is for free mayne
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Fuckin' with the game
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That's how that shit be mayne
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[Hook]
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[Verse 3: 8 Ball]
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I was torn this bitch came from the streets I was born
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Pussy like a little kitty back yellow as corn
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I don't go around poppin' shit wit' niggas who talkin'
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Them niggas ain't talkin' no more
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Closed coffin
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Not often do you see a nigga loyal as I
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Like that boy from Bed-stuy nigga ready to die
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For my bread and them niggas that considered me family
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Hold it down mayne I got you til we up there wit' granny
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[Verse 4: MJG]
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Cause as soon as I start writing
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I start going through physical
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Deeper into my spiritual
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I'm so fuckin' lyrical
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MJG the realest the truth the definition
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Just call me the competition
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I'm still stomping and pimpin'
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I'm still working with Diddy, still fuck wit the hood
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I got the key to the city, the streets is all good
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My leather is all wood, my gun is still secluded
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I'm still hoping and praying to God I don't use it
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[Hook - until fade]
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[P. Diddy - talking]
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When It's On
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8Ball & MJG |