Featuring Eightball & MJG Juvenile]

[Intro]

Let's get it hype nigga

Let's get it crump

Yeah yeah yeah

[Eightball]

Pass me them Swisher Sweets let's get it crump

If a nigga disrespect me I'mma prove my shit and dump

Blast ryhmes like I pump turn your belly to jelly

Veteran MC I don't think you rookies is ready

Three hundred and fifty pounds of pressure to deal wit

I run with Suave always packin' something to kill with

Feel this bitch, when I get rich I'mma still hustle

Go down in history, paper taller then Bill Russel

Kilo flows, I got 'em hid in the basement

Choppin boys up, on some puttin' it in they face shit

Eight Ball, F-a-t M-a-c-k, known for layin' it down

And doin' shit the playa way

Callabo's of the dough ain't no secret

Space-age pimpin' means I don't do free shit

Time waits for no one, it ain't gon' wait for me

Yours truly, signed Eightball and MJG

[MJG]

1 - All my hard core niggas, what you want to do?

My real thug-ass niggas, what you want to do?

All my money making bitches if you ride with me

I'mma pimp 'till I die and I'mma ride for free

Now where them real bitches at

Where them real bitches at

Where they at, where they at, where they at, huh?

And where my buck niggas at

Where my buck niggas at

Where they at, where they at, where they at, come on

[Foxy Brown]

I ain't new to this

Damn nice bitch that's true to this

Money ain't never been a thing to me

Always stack my dough, holla back (uh)

Ass fat, thighs thick, titties perfect

Inhale the cheese from here to Tel Aviv

Y'all know it, shit I don't bluff

And no dough? I dont fuck 'em

Fuck I'mma fake for?

Make mine's, someone take yours

Cuz I'm no nigga like love b'fore

Make bitch scream like, gimme some more

If a nigga broke, what'd you fuck him for?

Waste of time

It's like we playette minds

Dont stop, get it get it

Bitches, take it from a real motherfuckin' pro

Y'all get that dough, we don't trust these niggas

They gon' pimp if you let them

>From NY to the dirty south

And them bitches' dime tight

I got my mind right

And my ice got the shine right

And if it don't rhyme, bitches

When them lights hit the wrist?

You won't be sticking shit

You be lickin' this

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[MJG]

I'm the pimp motherfucker, baby

Ice cold, stories so high

I built the whole village twice

So tight fold crease right on the president's nose

Pimp clothes, drinkin straight Henney'and Buckstrum

Touch toed, hoes take the center 'fore closed

Break a treat, make 'em pay to enter those

Pros, slam those

Game tied tight like bows, we never close

Three-sixty-five, twenty-four

Hand chose bithces a la mode, gettin' sold

Bust a load, the killer ass scorin' it, gettin' blowed

Keep it froze, took up with a tougher wild bow

Stick of gold, somethin' from the school of the old

Forever flows, I take it down as deep as it can go

Burn rolls, braids tight, blazed afros

We're pushin' hoes

Tits get erect, lactose, pay the toll

MJG is in control

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[Juvenile]

You dis', and you know bars where you can slow down

Up in the morning and the code is 'bout to go down

Theres no repose now, better explode round

Them jackets be on the lose until the dope is found

Juvenile's my name, bitch

I represent it to the end, the same shit

Niggers don't be wearin suits on theses blocks

All you see is digibles and reeboks

I dealin' head to the bag, but lets grab two

Willin' to bust a nigga hands if he had to

You could feel him sayin' my nigger can use a hot boy

Plug out, Blug eye Blug her

Better get up off the blackboard

Corporate at times, but your mommy a bounce boy

Cash wasn't a million, never hit the spot boy

You gon' cry son, who sold you the cows, huh?

He in a cell block now cuz you too high now

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[MJG]

Where the real ones at? Be-atch...

Oh, you know how we feel

About all you 'wanna be' ass ghetto super stars

Wanna be like 'me ass" niggas

Tryin' to be like Foxy Brown bitches

I give a fuck about your intermureal status, motha fucka

You ain't nobody

We been doing this, been doin' this shit

We go way back with this baby

Talkin' about this real shit on the mutha fuckin' microphone

Pimps and hoes and gettin' money

Tricks and hoes and fuckin'

Mutha fuckin' clothes and shit ridin' vogues and shit

Think I'm riding all 20's and shit

Nigga what chu got?

Brand new-assed nigga

You don't know nothin' about this game

Come on

Repeat 1 until fade