[EightBall] Yeah All my playa niggaz throw your hands up And all my thug niggaz throw your guns up Weak niggaz give your funds up, to these hoes Distance your foes, and stay up on your toes I love this game, but its not the NBA It be me and MJ, doin' shit the playa way Daily smokin' hay The time on my Roly, tellin' me I'm gonna make cheese like Kobe Did what the real niggaz showed me, and shook the phonies Hooked the honies, lookin' like I got some money Ain't it funny, they diss you when you lookin' bunny But she your honey, when your stuff shrimps in her tummy I just call it how I see it, non-fictional Deliver the bomb shit, straight irresistable Without a pistol, I'll make you put your hands up So everybody in the place put your hands up
Chorus Stompin', and pimpin' and mackin' and actin' Bad when a nigga rappin' Get your hands up, let me see the big butts We don't wanna see nothin' but the big butts Thug niggaz if you feel me bust No matter where you at pull your shit out and bust Thug niggaz if you feel me bust No matter where you at pull your shit out and bust
Yeah, first to bringin' the pain And you better bring a Hertz too Southern voodoo brewed up to curse you May even hurt you, born into violence Streets a pilot, flyin' rhymes over cloudy beats 50 thousand feet above what you thought I was Just a scrub, not good enough to get your love I came with acrobatic tongue tactics Parental advisory because my shit is graphic Tatooed on your memory that fat Tennesee MC Comin' out hard, they call me Mr. B-I-G But not because of my size, you better recognize I'm do or die, when you talk about my green guys Warn the citizens, the killers on the loose again Gone off of 'lucigens, clownin' in the big Benz All I wanna do is make a nigga get bucked So get up, and get your mothafuckin' hands up
Chorus
[MJG] Throw your hands in the smoke, cause there's smoke in the air Get close to me, I'll contact your ass like a flare As you stare, nigga you gonna come to term with what you see A primitive example of the shit you want to be And I ain't gonna be Persuaded, by blue sueded shoe wearin' Slick gun bitches, who get paid quick Trick niggaz stop all of that trickin' and shit If she come with a price tag, fuck that bitch Why should you switch? From one hoe, and love 'em all Cause she could suck the flavor out a dick? Hell nah One thing you gotta know about a woman Big dicks will be the reason for some shit known to get that pussy comin' Now who I be, before the G, MJ Nigga I ain't tryin' to high side But have a nice day Like a, get a way girl I get hips to watch I'm takin' applications Look at all the traffic you stopped
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Chorus Stompin', and pimpin' and mackin' and actin' Bad when a nigga rappin' Get your hands up, let me see the big butts We don't wanna see nothin' but the big butts Thug niggaz if you feel me bust No matter where you at pull your shit out and bust Thug niggaz if you feel me bust No matter where you at pull your shit out and bust
Yeah, first to bringin' the pain And you better bring a Hertz too Southern voodoo brewed up to curse you May even hurt you, born into violence Streets a pilot, flyin' rhymes over cloudy beats 50 thousand feet above what you thought I was Just a scrub, not good enough to get your love I came with acrobatic tongue tactics Parental advisory because my shit is graphic Tatooed on your memory that fat Tennesee MC Comin' out hard, they call me Mr. B-I-G But not because of my size, you better recognize I'm do or die, when you talk about my green guys Warn the citizens, the killers on the loose again Gone off of 'lucigens, clownin' in the big Benz All I wanna do is make a nigga get bucked So get up, and get your mothafuckin' hands up
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[MJG] Throw your hands in the smoke, cause there's smoke in the air Get close to me, I'll contact your ass like a flare As you stare, nigga you gonna come to term with what you see A primitive example of the shit you want to be And I ain't gonna be Persuaded, by blue sueded shoe wearin' Slick gun bitches, who get paid quick Trick niggaz stop all of that trickin' and shit If she come with a price tag, fuck that bitch Why should you switch? From one hoe, and love 'em all Cause she could suck the flavor out a dick? Hell nah One thing you gotta know about a woman Big dicks will be the reason for some shit known to get that pussy comin' Now who I be, before the G, MJ Nigga I ain't tryin' to high side But have a nice day Like a, get a way girl I get hips to watch I'm takin' applications Look at all the traffic you stopped
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