*featuring MJG, Eightball, Juvenile
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[Intro]
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Let's get it hype, nigga
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Let's get it crump
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Yeah, yeah, yeah
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[Eightball]
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Pass me them Swisher Sweets, let's get it crump
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If a nigga disrespect me I'mma prove my shit and dump
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Blast ryhmes like I pump, turn your belly to jelly
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Veteran MC, I don't think you rookies is ready
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Three hundred and fifty pounds of pressure to deal wit
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I run with Suave, always packin' something to kill with
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Feel this bitch, when I get rich I'mma still hustle
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Go down in history, paper taller then Bill Russel
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Kilo flows, I got 'em hid in the basement
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Choppin boys up, on some puttin' it in they face shit
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Eight Ball, F-a-t M-a-c-k, known for layin' it down
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And doin' shit the playa way
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Callabo's of the dough ain't no secret
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Space-age pimpin' means I don't do free shit
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Time waits for no one, it ain't gon' wait for me
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Yours truly, signed Eightball and MJG
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[MJG]
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[1] - All my hard core niggas, what you want to do?
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My real thug-ass niggas, what you want to do?
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All my money making bitches if you ride with me
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I'mma pimp 'till I die and I'mma ride for free
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Now where them real bitches at
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Where them real bitches at
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Where they at, where they at, where they at, huh?
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And where my buck niggas at
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Where my buck niggas at
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Where they at, where they at, where they at, come on
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[Foxy Brown]
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I ain't new to this
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Damn nice bitch that's true to this
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Money ain't never been a thing to me
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Always stack my dough, holla back (uh)
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Ass fat, thighs thick, titties perfect
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Inhale the cheese from here to Tel Aviv
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Y'all know it, shit I don't bluff
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And no dough? I dont fuck 'em
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Fuck I'mma fake for?
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Make mine's, I'mma take yours
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Cuz I'm no nigga like love b'fore
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Make bitch scream like, gimme some more
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If a nigga broke, what'd you fuck him for?
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Waste of time
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It's like we playette minds
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Dont stop, get it get it
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Bitches, take it from a real motherfuckin' pro
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Y'all get that dough, we don't trust these niggas
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They gon' pimp if you let them
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From NY to the dirty south
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And them bitches' dime tight
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I got my mind right
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And my ice got the shine right
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And if it don't blind bitches
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When them lights hit the wrist?
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You won't be sticking shit
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You be lickin' this
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[Repeat 1]
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[MJG]
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I'm the pimp motherfucker, baby
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Ice cold, stories so high
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I pimp the whole village twice
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So tight fold crease right on the president's nose
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Pimp clothes, drinkin straight Henney'and Buckstrum
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Touch toed, hoes take a centerfold pose
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Break a treat, make 'em pay to enter those
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Pros, slam those
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Game tied tight like bows, we never close
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Three-sixty-five, twenty-four
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Hand chose bithces a la mode, gettin' sold
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Plus a load of killer, as Chronic gettin' blowed
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Keep it froze, tucked up in a Tupperware bowl
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Stick of gold, somethin' from the school of the old
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Forever flows, I take it down as deep as it can go
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Burn rolls, braids tight, blazed afros
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We're pushin' hoes
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Dicks get erect like poles, pay the toll
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MJG is in control
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[Repeat 1]
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[Juvenile]
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Peep dis', you and them boys need to slow down
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Up in the morning in the court, it's 'bout to go down
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There's no remorse now, better expose rounds
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Them jackets be on the lose until the dope is found
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Juvenile's my name, bitch
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I represent it to the end, the same shit
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Niggers don't be wearin suits on theses blocks
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All you see is your boys and reeboks
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A thin hat to the back with a strap too
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Willin' to bust a nigga ass if he had to
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If you feel the same my nigger, you's a hot boy
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Blocka, blocka, blocka
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Better get up off the block, boy
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Call for the cops, boy your mommy or pops, boy
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Cash wasn't a million, never hit the spot boy
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You want props ha, you sold to the cops ha
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You in a cell block ha, cuz you too hot ha
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[Repeat 1]
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[MJG]
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Where the real ones at? Be-atch...
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Oh, you know how we feel
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About all you 'wanna be' ass ghetto super stars
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Wanna be like 'me ass" niggas
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Tryin' to be like Foxy Brown bitches
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I give a fuck about your intermureal status, motha fucka
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You ain't nobody
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We been doing this, been doin' this shit
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We go way back with thi |