featuring Eightball



[MJG]

I come and go and chill as I please

160 miles per hour on Greentrees

Really ain't no reason to try and pretend these

Hoes ain't down and willin' to bend knees

I ease

Up off of my gas to smash brakes

I'm gazin at a stout piece of ass at high stakes

To make it to the top of my game what will it take?

I gots to get some glue in my life before I break

Shake rattle and roll hold the dice until I can't

It's time for G to toss up in the paint

Pimpin' ass real nigga

I squeeze big ass and big trigga

And leave hard weak ass niggas in big rivers

Who in the fuck got stuck you bucked and outta luck

Lookin to find trouble with me, now that's enough

Muthafuckas

I torture yo ass and make you suffer

I'm spittin real shit you false niggas can smother cuz



Chorus:

I know the flows that drops the hoes clothes

T makes the beats that heats the whole streets

If you got the time

Fine I got the rhyme

Shine and Recline

Vibe and sip wine



[Eightball]

I be the nigga who really don't give a fuck man

Rough and tough I'm puttin strain on your weak game

Hard and real dammit I never knew another way

Rappin bout the shit that happens round a nigga everyday

Life is hard and hoes ain't free, believe me

Ask them real G's dying in the penetentiary

Old and cold, ain't no love in the steel cage

It's all about your freedom in this muthafuckin space age

Some got chosen, some choose and lose

Some pay dues, snooze, and lose what they choose

I, be, PIMP NIGGA SUPREME!

Invest some cream and straight sell a ho a dream

Bust on wax and rip tracks by T-Mix

Hated cuz I talk real shit bout a freak bitch

Peep this I don't give a fuck about what

Somebody say they can die & suck a nigga nuts

Cornbread fed south women luva

Money-makin black fat muthafucka

Can't no other duplicate mine

It's all fine while we shine and recline



Chorus (2x)



[MJG]

I'm pimpin hoes till they mind gone

My rhymes on now where my money bitch?

How many suckas you trickin and who you runnin with?

Some stunnin shit you layin down with plain fools

Her nigga wanna send alumni back from school

Who you rule?

Not shit but yo mouth I brings proper shit to the ring

But shit you wear straight stops muthafuckas

Lookin for reason to start trouble

You come with that shit 10 shots gonna bust yo bubble

Like a teardrop

I can't feel the pain, just my ears pop

The bullet just an inch from your brain

Live and he'll stop

You talkin cash shit but you writin' them rubber checks

And still don't know the way to commit with a brotha yet

God Damn!

Is this shit ham or is it Spam

I thought I had a bottle of jelly and got jammed

In the blender a million degrees

deep in December

The flashbacks weakened your mind so just remember cuz



Chorus (2x