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8Ball & MJG
8Ball & MJG


Background information
Origin Memphis, Tennessee, United States
Genre(s) Hip-hop
Years active 1991—present
Label(s) Real Talk Entertainment
Grand Hustle Records
E1 Music
Associated acts UGK
Three 6 Mafia
Young Buck
Yo Gotti
Al Kapone
Tameka Cottle
Website Website
Members
Premro Smith
Marlon Jermaine Goodwin



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8Ball & MJG Album


Lyrics Of A Pimp (12/23/1997)
12/23/1997
1.
Lyrics Of A Pimp Intro
2.
Listen To The Lyrics
3.
Kick Da Shit
4.
Pimp'N My Own Rhymes
5.
Niggas Like Us
6.
Smokin' Chicken
7.
8.
Playaz Dream
9.
The Fat Mat
10.
Got 2 Be Real
11.
Bitches
12.
Listen To The Lyrics (remix)
13.
14.
Its A Pimp Thang
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Lyrics Of A Pimp Intro

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Listen To The Lyrics

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Kick Da Shit

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Pimp'N My Own Rhymes

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Niggas Like Us

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Smokin' Chicken

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(feat. Big Duke)

[MJG]
Now I was clicking out my barrel just to see if it was loaded
checking out it's bullets just to make sure it won't explode this
hand around of the handle of my snub, no skill
I must be for real in the procedure for a kill
stood around the corner while I cased out the bank
busted in the door and stuck the guard wit' a shank
ran up to the counter pull the gun out wit' the quickness
shot the bank teller so it wouldn't be a witness
fled out the door with the money in my left hand
still in my right hand running like a wild man
ran to the hide-a-way knowing they was after me
burned out my id stole a jeep Cherokee
couldn't be late for my trip to Jamaica
heading to the river skeeming up on how to take a
boat from a victim, rush right up and stick him
with a sharp object making sure that I get him
put it to the river, see, nervous as a lunatic
jumped out of the veichle as borrowed me a boat quick
jumped on with the gun, soughter on the break and run
shot with the gat, in the back, like in Vietnam
quickly making waves in the river as I ran fast
got a mile in the boat ran out of gas
oh no Joe! the cops can't get me...
I’ll never be wanted for armed robbery

[Eightball]
On the other side of town
moving quickly rolling swiftly in da hoopty ride
loading up the nine cause there just my be a homicide
MJG know the plan so the shit is on
by the time 5-0 come we'll be through and gone
got to the area, stop then took a glance
puttin' on the ski mask, stuffing the gat in my pants
where I saw the right on time, now it's time for the crime
do the crime waste no time then I’m going to get mine
waited for the door to open shot the first trick I saw
then shot the other fool I ain't thinking 'bout no law
jumped in the truck put the pedal to the medal
then fired up a square man doing about 1-10
looking in my rear-view 5-0 everywhere
messing up my plans with them helicopters in the air
headed for the airport, wait I see a road block
hit the gas even harder fool I ain't gonna stop
crash through the road block they ain't gonna get me yet
J-Smooth waiting at the airport with a private jet
jumped out of the truck with fast P’s right behind my ass
running trying to shoot my nine holding bags full of cash
jumped on the jet now we set to hit the runway
took to the air yea I got away scott-free
fired up a Mac j P’s didn't catch me
countin all my money from a strong armed robbery...

[MJG]
You thank it's over but it ain't
cause I can't get caught by authority
the camera at the bank got me ganked so they know it's me
reached for artillery, put the shank in my mouth
dove off the boat to the river and I bailed out
swam like a fish greeted land with a kiss
did I hit or did I miss well it goes like this
I put the money in the spot
took the clothes that I got
tied them up in the bag same place I put the mask
changed clothes in between spots
hands, spot-C
the designated area we call spot-B
see I can't be broke so I come up with a plan
the man, money soon in they hand
get over get up and jet
bounce the set
the longer u stay the quicker you get arrested
MJG testing his strategy..
wit' a slick armed robbery

[Eightball]
Flying through the air on my way to Jamaica
thinking about why I took the money for the faka
me living poor and wishing to be richer
and me like Picasso I had to paint a picture
of people dying rapidly, trying to imprison me
just because I took a little money in a robbery
landed in Jamaica chilling with the dreads
smoking on the gunja messing with my head
the feds came behind me hit me with a billy club
I fell to the ground, turned around pumping slugs
jumped up quick, ditched the gun as I ran away
ran to the hills where I hid for a few days
no, I’m not the one that they will catch soon
bought me a palace in the hills wit' a hundred rooms
I got the money, got the women, got the B-U-D
I plead guilty to armed robbery!

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Playaz Dream

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The Fat Mat

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Got 2 Be Real

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Bitches

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Listen To The Lyrics

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[MJG]
1 to the muthafuckin 2 to the muthafuckin 3
The sound of the boom is sweatin ya hard like a mystery
Could It be
The pimps could rule the nation in '93'
And MJG is gonna start a new race
Replace the weak tapes we got in the first place
And chase that live on cops quick, out the hood
And beat that ass like a cop would real good
And keep that bud goin on like the Flinstones
And shake them bones when you feel the ? comin on
See up in the ground, down a hit and lean back
Look at ya self and see what I'm sayin is real fat
Society lives off what the media tells us
And niggaz be joinin up wit the shit that they mail us
See pimpin ain't dead yet, see pimpin can pay the rent
And pimpin is demonstrated by those in the government
The money they send you ain't shit but nickels and dimes
And you been stuck in the ghetto since 1979
But it's time to switch it up, unhook it and fix it up
Change it and rearrange it, complete and pick it
It's a book with hard covers thats packed with ideas
We rule the future years
Erase the black fears
And change the system, step up and dismiss them
Tricks from the White House
Move in and they move out
Now I'm runnin thangs, my workers walk wit a limp
My whole staff is bitches and all the judges is pimps
If ya weak in the game, thangs are bound to show
Cuz a pimp got a stroke, and a wimp can't flow
And I ain't no muthafuckin fall guy, but Imma try hard
To let you know this pimpin ain't gone never die
M.J.G pimp tight
Young black nigga, no wife
No children, just hoes
Supplying the muthafuckin nation wit a dose
Of what, has been injected and now it's on
The muthafuckin pimp is in the house

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Its A Pimp Thang

[No lyrics]

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