(feat. MJG)



[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



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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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