[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

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 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

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 [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

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