8Ball & MJG Album

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(feat. Project Pat)

[Chorus:]
Relax And Take Notes
While I Take Totes Of The Marjuana Smoke
Relax And Take Notes
Dont Smoke, Dont Smoke... I Just Want The Paper
I Just Want The Paper, I Just Want The Paper, I Just Want The Paper
Relax And Take Notes
While I Take Totes Of The Marjuana Smoke
Relax And Take Notes
Dont Smoke, Dont Smoke... I Just Want The Paper
I Just Want The Paper, I Just Want The Paper, I Just Want The Paper

[Verse 1: 8ball]
M-E-M-P-H-I-S I'mma Rep This Here 'Till I Walk Up On Death
My Demise Ain't Here Don't Hold Your Breath
Cook Heat Over Beef So I'm Somethin' Like a Chef
Purple Kushes My Bitches Wax Off They Pussy Bushes
Eat Dick Like It's Delicious And Grant A Pimp Wishes
She Dig My Country Talkin' She Say I Sound Funny
Embassy Suites Sittin' On The Bed Countin' Money
Illegal Hustlin' Dirty Money Mustlin'
Spend It Like I Neva Saw A Day Of Pain Or Sufferin'
Look At My Face You Can Tell I Seen Both Of Them stick
in move do my biz get my doe and dip My Chronic Habit
Heavy Weed Man In Every City
My Money Big So My Airplane Lil' Bitty
Major Visibilty Bad Boy Lietunant Black Phantom
Wit The Black Guts And I'm In It

[Chorus]

[verse 2: MJG]
Fuck It I'mma Blast Off Take My Mask Off
Blow Ya Fucking Ass Off
Give Me The Cash Cause MJG Not Playin' No Games
If You Not Speakin' Good Dont Be Sayin' My Name
Nigga no it aint ok wit u within a day or two
ima track you down and pull a motherfuckin rapearoo
aint no way u niggas can hide i can get u in the house
i can get u outside ima looad da pump up lay down jump up
surprise everybody fittin 2 help me wit my come up
damn i den made all of yall shit ya jeans
dis look like it might be a job for mr. clean
you ole bootleggin nigga yous a knock off a imitation local ass kingpen nigga
wit a limitation you dont want no drama wit me
cause i got da ghost of jeffrey doma wit me!

[Chorus]

[verse 3: Project Pat]
Suckas Wanna See Me Fall Fall
Like A Ton Of Bricks It'll Never Happen Dawg
Project Pat'll Play It Slick Flick
When I'm In The Ride Nine-milli Homicide
Done When Ya Come Wrong
Shoot Suckas In Tha Dome
Always About Tha Cheese
Didn't Wanna Go There He Don't Wanna Pay Me
where he stay lets roll there
What's Crooked As A Crooked Letter Hump Back Hump Back
Soda Cook Tha Dope Together Jump Back Jump Back
Meet Any Weather Cock It Pump Back Pump Back
If Ya Bust It First I'mma Dump Back Dump Back
Down South We Gonna Hustle To Tha Roster Crow
My Nose Runnin' Still Cause A Nigga Used To Blow
If Pockets Low
I'll Let Ya Know (Don't Turn Around)
A Hair Trigger That'll Bust (Don't Make A Sound)
I'mma Tell Ya What To Do (Lay It On Tha Ground)
Don't Be Hesitatin' Fool (Before I Blow You Down)

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We Fitin' To Take Dis Thing To Another Level
Ya Herd Me

All The Ladies Come To The Front
All The Hatas Get Out Da Building, Ya Hear Me

[Chorus: Slim]
Laid Back, In The Lac,
Grippin The Grain,
As Im Cruisin The Streets.
(Cruisin The Streets Girl)
It's 112 On The Dot,
Your On The Phone Talkin Dirty To Me.
(She Talkin Dirty To Me)
I Wanna Know, Where You Really Wanna Go,
Cus Im Sittin In Front Of Your Condo.
All Dem Niggas Playin Around,
Believe Me Im The One Though.
So Baby Take Your Clothes Off,
And Bring Your Body Next To Me.
(Yeh)
Ooooh Baby

[Verse 1: MJG]
How Long Would It Take A Nigga Like MJG,
To Get The Girl Back To The Hotel.
Ima Stop And Get Some Rubbers And Some Cigarellos,
You Can Meet Me Imma Be In Room 112.
You Done Did Enough Talkin On Da Telephone,
Right Now, Im Really Tryna Put My Hands On It
So If You In It, Got Away,
You Can Come Through I Know You Didnt Really Plan On It.
Your Boy Gotta Come And Pick You Up,
Show You Off, Ride To Da Hot Spot.
When Dont, Tryna Act, Special When You,
Ridin Im My Drop-Top.
Listen, What I, Need You To Do Is
Hold This Bag While I Break Dis Blunt Down
We Gonna Half To Park In A Minute,
Cus Da Cops Get Hot Right Around Bout Sun Down.
(Break It Down)
Im Not Gonna Have Your Wear Dem Jeans
Tight Fit Lookin Motha Fuckin Right With Da Low-Ridas
MJG Fin Sprinkle In Some Super Incrediable
Bitch Im So Fly.
I Got My Hand On The Wood Grain
Im In Da Caddilac Feelin Like A Grade A Pimp Man
You Niggas Tryin Hard As Hell,
You Never Do It Like I Did It,
Its A Mother Fuckin Pimp Thing.

[Chorus: Slim]
Laid Back, In The Lac,
Grippin The Grain,
As Im Cruisin The Streets.
(Stop Layin Back Cruisin The Streets)
It's 112 On The Dot,
Your On The Phone Talkin Dirty To Me.
(Your Talkin Dirty To Me)
I Wanna Know, Where You Really Wanna Go,
Cus Im Sittin In Front Of Your Condo.
All Dem Niggas Playin Around,
Believe Im The One Though.
So Baby Take Your Clothes Off,
And Bring Your Body Next To Me.
(Shawty Bring It Next To Me)
Ohhh Bayyybayyy

[Verse 2: 8Ball]
Can I Get Your To, Come Here Girl,
Let Me Say Something Sweet In Ya Ear Girl,
I See You Movin Your Butt To Da Beat Girl,
Wanna Dip And Come See My World.
Big Ball The One With Da
Extra Keys To The Condo Up-Town.
Nigga Come Through When He Really Want To,
Thats How Me And Lil' Ma Get Down.
Sometime We Hit Da Town,
Wit Da Radio Up And Da Window Down.
Get A Sweet At The W, Get A Bag Of Bush
And Just Smoke It Out,
And I Dont Expect Errrry Mothafucka In Here,
To Know What Im Talkin Bout.
These Niggas Aint Got No Game,
A Lot These Niggas Just Talkin Loud.
And I Know Im Not The Best Lookin Nigga,
But I'm Only So Far From The Worst Lookin Nigga.
When It Come To The Dirty, Me And My Nigga,
We's One Of The First In The Picture.
Three Strikes Im A Fee From A Nigga,
J, Mj Put Your Peace Sign In The Airr.
Wanna Go To A Place Where They Dont Hate
Listen To Your Boy, Let Me Take You There.

[Chorus: Slim]
Laid Back, In The Lac,
Grippin The Grain,
As Im Cruisin The Streets.
(Cruisin The Streets)
It's 112 On The Dot,
Your On The Phone Talkin Dirty To Me.
(Shawty Talkin Dirty To Me)
I Wanna Know, Where You Really Wanna Go,
Cus Im Sittin In Front Of Your Condo.
All Dem Niggas Playin Around,
Believe Im The One Though.
So Baby Take Your Clothes Off,
And Bring Your Body Next To Me.
(Hey, Hey, Hey)
Ohhh Bayyybayyy

[Verse 3: Crunchy Black]
I Like It When You Call My Name,
I Like It When We Play Dat Game.
What Game Is Dat Girl,
That Freaky Deeky Game.
It Aint No Shame When I Bang,
Go 'head And Grab Dat Thang.
That Grown Man Thang,
Stop Gigglin And Playn Mayne.
You Know What Im Sayin Mayne,
See You's A Freaky Dame.
Can I Call A Couple My Friends,
So We Can Run A Train.
Im Sayin I Think I Can,
Now Bang It Up Out The Frame.
But Baby Boy Damn,
Wit My Hands On My Side Man.

[Juicy-J:]
Im A D-Boy From Da Hood, (Yeah)
Smoking On A Big Bag Of Cush, (Yeah)
Workin All Day In A Trap House, (Yeah)
See Da Police Then We Push, (Yeah)
And When A Playa Ride Through Da Streets, (Yeah)
Im Always Lookin For A Freak, (Yeah)
They Call Me The Juice Man Gigalo, (Yeah)
Take It Out Skeet Skeet Skeet. (Yeah)

[Dj Paul:]
I Hit Her Up On Black Berries,
She See That He Left Her Daddy.
She Know That Its Time,
To Shake Her Man And Meet Me at Da Hotely
See He An Old Head,
Throw Some More Bread,
Keep Her Fed,
But Im The One She Call,
When She Need That Ass Tapped.

[Chorus: Slim]
Laid Back, In The Lac,
Grippin The Grain,
As Im Cruisin The Streets.
(Cruisin The Streets)
It's 112 On The Dot,
Your On The Phone Talkin Dirty To Me.
(Shawty Talkin Dirty To Me)
I Wanna Know, Where You Really Wanna Go,
Cus Im Sittin In Front Of Your Condo.
All Dem Niggas Playin Around,
Believe Im The One Though.
So Baby Take Your Clothes Off,
And Bring Your Body Next To Me.
(Shwty Bring It Next To Me)
Ohhh Bayyybayyy

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Hickory dickory dock (dock)
Hickory dickory dock (dock), your girl pulled out my cock (my cock)

[Chorus]
Here a girl, there a girl
Errwhere I go a girl
Blow dro wit the girl, I don't even know the girl
All day, every day, 365, 7 days a week
Hickory dickory dock (dock), your girl pulled out my cock (my cock)
All day, every day, 365, 7 days a week

[Verse - 8 Ball]
Patrone, double shots, wit no chase
Sticky green, fire it up and blow it in yo face
We deep, 50 deep, so don't hate
Forever never slippin naw pimpin we straight
What it do, the bets back, the checks fat, the track tight
We funna cook a fresh batch
Money maker, you makin money, then show me some
Dime pieces, bend it over let me see ya thong
Shades on, blacka bodies I'm in my zone
Trunk kickin like it know karate
We sittin tall, big ball, and MJ pushin to the limit
I'm reppin for tennesy so I gotta keep it pimpin now

[Chorus]
Here a girl, there a girl
Errwhere I go a girl
Blow dro wit the girl, I don't even know the girl
All day, every day, 365, 7 days a week
Hickory dickory dock (dock), your girl pulled out my cock (my cock)
All day, every day, 365, 7 days a week

[Verse - MJG]
They call me (inauduble) MJG you know I party hard
Most a yall pussy cat niggas (inaudible)
Any time you wanna load up you know I'm ready (I'm ready)
Rich ass niggas can't ride in my Chevy (my Chevy)
You don't wanna hear me speak, you just wanna see my rims
Spinnin underneath my vehicle like a like a roll of film
I don't even need tint, they already know its me
If I add tint, when I get out they'll know its me
Hennesy, grey goose, good purp, and patrone
Gotta keep a lot of it, so I can stay in the zone
Everytime I'm in the hood, everytime I'm in the club
Look kids, grown folks, old folks show me love

[Chorus]
Here a girl, there a girl
Errwhere I go a girl
Blow dro wit the girl, I don't even know the girl
All day, every day, 365, 7 days a week
Hickory dickory dock (dock), your girl pulled out my cock (my cock)
All day, every day, 365, 7 days a week

[Verse - 8 Ball]
Wheels spinnin, the kush burning
The beat knockin, I know the pill kickin in go on get it poppin
Don't be scared, we rock stars, we party hard, valley park 20 cars
Then go and buy the bar
Bleed, we keep it gritty, we keep it gutta
Bangas worldwide I'm ya neighborhood cooch cutta
[MJG]
Yeah, spray it on some cooch butta
Some call it K Y
Say my mutha fuckin name girl, say my name
(inaudible) MJG, millions we runnin through pimp daily
You can crawl at the bottom, til ya make ya knees hurt
Or do it like I do it, make the block bleed work

[Chorus x2]
Here a girl, there a girl
Errwhere I go a girl
Blow dro wit the girl, I don't even know the girl
All day, every day, 365, 7 days a week
Hickory dickory dock (dock), your girl pulled out my cock (my cock)
All day, every day, 365, 7 days a week

[Verse 1 - MJG]
Break it down, straight outta the tip
Flockin to the 'rillo
Ain't no secret
Every month, I'ma smoke a pillow
(M-J!) G, I keeps it real potent
Green-sticky that'll keep a buffalo chokin
Come and go with me, creep off in my Chevy thang
Doin 45, twistin somethin steady mayn
Headed to my low-key, safe-and-sound house
Call up the fellas, hit the spot, and pull a pound out
I used to have a secret spot up in my Range Rover
Where I kept me somethin rolled, I'ma chain smoker
No discrimination my nigga, if you broke
But they still ain't attributed to good smoke
B.Y.O.B, bring ya own bud
Contribute to the pot, or do ya own drugs
But then I looked around and noticed all the folks was gone
I shoulda known that they would leave when all the smoke was gone

[Hook - singing]
Man, my weed is smoked up
Man, my weed is smoked up
Man, my weed is smoked up
Man, my weed is smoked up
There ain't nobody left around
Nobody left around
Nobody left around
Nobody left around
Nobody left around
And I'm runnin outta bud
I'm runnin outta bud
I'm runnin outta bud
I'm runnin outta bud
I'm runnin outta bud
I gotta go to the corner sto'
Go to the corner sto'
Go to the corner sto'
Go to the corner sto'

[Verse 2 - Eightball]
Keep a fat bag, boys know I got that choker
Part-time rap nigga, full-time weed smoker
Wake up, before I wash the crust up out my eyes
I'm splittin a cigarillo, fiendin for my morning high
Break that sticky down, roll it up, let it dry
Strike my lighter, put it to the tip, then I
Inhale, and let the smoke smoke fill up in my lungs
Hold it for a second, blow it out and get numb
A drug-addict, I'm a junkie for that Marijuana
No mid-grade, or no regular, just straight chronic
At least four-hundred, for a zip, if I'ma touch it
See I'ma smoke it if I like it, I ain't got no budget
Now mama with me, wanna hit, better take it slow
Seen it befo', I'ma be gettin this bitch up off the flo'
Burn it all til' the whole bag empty
Now err'body gone, ain't nobody here but me

[Hook]

[Verse 3 - Killer Mike]
Yeah I smoke, and I drank
Yeah I pop, and I lean
Might see me on M.L. King
Burnin rubber, burnin green
Might see me, envisions with some pretty bitches, ballin g
Might see me, on T.V., live on stage with Ball and G
Ridin heavy in the Chevy, cruisin with a pound of purp'
This here is my personal nigga
This here is not for work
Years ago, I was broke
Couldn't smoke it, couldn't ride
Now I smoke that foreign weed
Now I push them foreign rides
Flyin in that G-4
Goin to do them foreign shows
Givin 'em my foreign clothes
Fuckin with them foreign hoes
Catch ya man at Amsterdam
Burnin grams of that kush
Purple Haze and Indica
Now I'm drinkin vinegar
Scared as hell my P.O. gon' pull me and make me piss in cups
But fuck the man, I'm the man
Right now I'm in Amsterdam
Spendin cash, burnin hash
High like a sattelite
I might get locked up tomorrow
But bitch, I'm gettin high tonight

[Hook]

[Outro]
I wanna get high
I'm gonna get high
I wanna get high
I'm gonna get high
I wanna get high
I'm gonna get high

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Alcohol Pussy and Weed
Alcohol Pussy and Weed
Alcohol Pussy and Weed
Alcohol Pussy and Weed
Alcohol Pussy and Weed
Alcohol Pussy and Weed
Alcohol Pussy and Weed
Alcohol Pussy and Weed

Let's toast put your cups and your drugs in the air.
Put your hood in the air make the bitches stop and stare.
Get crunk put your pistols in the air make 'em pop
Get buck till the police have to come and make us stop.
Henesee, Grey Goose, 1800 of Patrone keep drinking double shots till the whole bottle gone.
Get fucked up and try to take a piece of pussy home
Niggas acting up Corona bottle to his dome
Where the dro? Cut the cigarillos straight down the middle.
Make the blunt real big, hold and drink and sip a little.
Boys with the bread throw it around make the world know.
Been around the world country crib where the fam go?
Big booty lady in the front row at all my shows.
Singing all the words and pulling on my new clothes.
And I was told everything that I ain't gold.
After my hustling over ya'll know what I'm looking for.

Alcohol Pussy and Weed
Alcohol Pussy and Weed
Alcohol Pussy and Weed
Alcohol Pussy and Weed
Alcohol Pussy and Weed
Alcohol Pussy and Weed
Alcohol Pussy and Weed
Alcohol Pussy and Weed

Oh youz a mouth runna from under the couch comes a
FOFO come ready to spit out thunder
MJ fucking G the whole hood needs us
AKA the fat boy and the black jesus.
Swisher sweet needs to really break a nigger off.
Instead of jagerbomb
I'm gonna roll one so nice I can wake up to it.
With some fruit juice fluid tell Loui is Jerry Louis
I'm smoke mine (smoke mine) I'm gonna chief mine (chief mine)
We're gonna be chillin and throwing up a peace sign.
Chronic smokers tell them I'm in the top ten.
If you don't smoke an ounce a day you need to stop then.
What you drinking? Put your wine cooler down
Sometimes I drink a little I clear or id rather do the brown.
I'm a hen drinker professional hoe teacher.
How long these hundred millions people.

Alcohol Pussy and Weed
Alcohol Pussy and Weed
Alcohol Pussy and Weed
Alcohol Pussy and Weed
Alcohol Pussy and Weed
Alcohol Pussy and Weed
Alcohol Pussy and Weed
Alcohol Pussy and Weed

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[Jazze Pha- Chorus]

Pimpin' don't fail me now
I gotta turn these bitches out
Say they don't want nobody else
But me and only me
Pimpin' don't fail me now
I gotta turn these bitches out
Say they don't want nobody else
I gotta turn these bitches ooouuuttt

[MJG]

I'm about to turn you inside out
I'm about to look into your heart, through your mouth with my dick-o-scope
Been around the world, but you still can't picture no
Nigga like me, Pimp tight, the original... MJG
I'm the one who told a girl to find a trick nigga she can run to
Cry wit, hit the mall, buy shit, hate you
Thinkin' ima do it
You gonna really make me hate you
Prove sumthin, go out there and get it
Bring it back to me
Until then, you running yo mouth
You'se an act to me
You emotional bitches prolly can't stand me
But in the end, who the motherfuckin' man be?

[Jazze Pha- Chrous]

[Juvenile]

(Uh huh)
Is you somethin' like a balla, somethin' like a pimp?
(Uh huh)
It ain't no halfways, bitch I'm him
Been spending my last package, I'm done for the day
As soon as i'm done countin' up my ones, we can play
Don't know if you ever rolled with a G like this
Need you to be my other eyes when you in my shit
When you start actin' like a bitch, ima scream at...
But it ain't the situation here cuz I ain't seen that
My background messed up, I ain't a clean cat
But I fucks with you shorty, I really mean that
Holla at the homie if you ready to change
Your lifestyle
Cuz i'm livin in a differ-ent game (Off top)

[Jazze Pha- Chorus]

[8Ball]

I spit flows
Like a pimp pimps hoes
32 o's and ain't none for my nose
The pinky and the wrist and the neck stay froze
The chest keep comin and i'm livin on a roll
I meet a bunch of women (Ya)
I meet a bunch of hoes (Ya)
I gotta bunch of friends (Ya)
I gotta bunch of foes (Ya)
Good nigga, hood nigga
Walk and talk real slow
Outside fat black, but the inside glow
Shorty don't choose
She the one gon' lose
Good girls beware, Fat Boy bad news
Cars and cribs and clothes and jewels
Mama say she love Big Boy, this one here for you (O!)

[Jazze Pha- Chorus] repeat until fade...

[No lyrics]

I wanna see you take it off.
Take it off,Take it off
Take it off,Take it off
Go head show me dat candy babe,
Show me dat candy,
Take it off,Take it off,
Take it off,Take it off.

(Hook x2)
Lemme see you take it off,
Take it off,Take it off,
Take it off,
Go head show me dat candy babe,
Go head show me dat candy,
Take it off,Take it off,
Take it off,Take it off,
I just can't get enuff,
I'i just can't get enuff.

(Verse 1-8Ball)
Yea yea,
Grab dat motherfuckin tight,
Don't play around wit me baby go'ne pull it out,
You know you wan't to bitch, I got you go'ne put it in yo mouth,
Call one of your girlfriends me and you plus her thats three,
I know yo pill kickin in i can tell by the way you lookin at me,
Shake that big ol round caramel brown sexy ass,
Hit this weed, Wat else you need imma go and get that fast,
Roll yo hips to tha beat, girl slide yo ass up and down that pole,
The way you doin that dance make a pimp like me lose control,
Them jeans fit so tight,I know wats up under there so right,
(damn)Pack a bag, a bitch like you need to be spendin the night,
Need to be ridin wit me, Rollin up trees and catchin flights,
Don't be so fly wit me, Let me put this dick up in yo life.

(Hook x2
Lemme see you take it off,
Take it off,Take it off,
Take it off,
Go head show me dat candy babe,
Go head show me dat candy,
Take it off,Take it off,
Take it off,Take it off,
I just can't get enuff,
I'i just can't get enuff.

(Verse 2-MJG)
I saw you walkin in tha club witcha throwback,
Witcha hair bent up, Witcha flip flops on,
Now go head take it off get naked, Mix a lil r&b over a hard hip hop song,
MJ, I be the narrator of the song you dance to when you get tips,
You go hard, even when yo pimp got you,
Witcha racoon eyes, and yo swole up big lips,
Now i be sittin in the front row right before come out of the back room waitin for a strip tease,
Can I get me a table dance without all the attitude and the lip please,
Can we go into the V.I.P of the V.I.P in the back of the back room,
Baby you can come with something creative that gonna make me wanna hurry up and try to come back soon,
Can you get down and work the pole, you know once you come out the stage i wanna see you do it,
Go head put your legs on tha pole, Spin around bring you upside down it aint nothin to it,
All yall lookin good to me, I just wanna reach out with my finger tips tickle it and touch one,
Ride this wood, Ride it good, You make me fell like i like i, i wanna bust one.

(Hook x2)
Lemme see you take it off,
Take it off,Take it off,
Take it off,
Go head show me dat candy babe,
Go head show me dat candy,
Take it off,Take it off,
Take it off,Take it off,
I just can't get enuff,
I'i just can't get enuff.

(Verse 3 8Ball & MJG)
(8Ball)now you got that fire I can see it in yo eyes,
Mama that aint no lie,Wat kinda dude would i be if i could stand right here and dont even try,
Wanna kiss them thighs let a real nigga taste that cherry pie,
Watch you and lil mama get started on the way to the house in my ride,
Stop and get my two best friends cigarillos and a pack of condoms,
Take them clothes off let a nigga see that candy lil mama,
(MJG)Imma hit you with this eye, that yo girlfriend baby girl she already know that,
You kickin to this lil classic kid, It'll make you wanna reminous something like a throwback,
MJ, pimp tight, i been waitin patiently to see your ass cheek wiggle little,
Stop playin wit me, I wanna see you pull a thug to the side like you really wanna give it up,
Stick a finger in yo mouth,Lick it up a lil bit now slowly suck down,
Next time imma get the airport shuttle and drop me off at the club when i touch down.

(Hook x2)
Lemme see you take it off,
Take it off,Take it off,
Take it off,
Go head show me dat candy babe,
Go head show me dat candy,
Take it off,Take it off,
Take it off,Take it off,
I just can't get enuff,
I'i just can't get enuff.

[No lyrics]

[Chorus: x2]
Get low (get low), get low (get low)
They fight (they fight), they fight (they fight)
Get low (get low), get low (get low)
They shoot (they shoot), they shoot (they shoot)

[Verse: 8 Ball]
Whats the worse shit heard
A shotgun blast from the back a ya head
Niggas don't know who got hit
But I know fo sho somebody dead
All I hear is people scream in the background
Everybody in the club down on tha flo
Everybody in the VIP was
Runnin over heat tokin from the back door
I don't see MJG nowhere
Gunshots still pop in the mayhem
Imma reach fo the heat that I snuck in
Hope my shots don't hit the innocent
Seems like we done been here a long time
But its only been about 5 minutes
Shoulda stayed my ass at home
Its too late now I'm already in it
Whats the worse shit seen
Blood on the flo, blood on the wall
People gettin hit didn't do nothing
Baby don't know, momma ain't comin home
And I don't know what started it all
(inaudible)
A nigga done went too far
Now you gotta run and deal wit the law
And I don't wanna do nuthin but get home
I don't wanna see nuthin but the freeway
I don't wanna have to pop this four five
But I will if it mean Imma get away
Pull back let it all go
Run outside, jump in the vee-hic
Burn off doin eighty four
Nigga wanna get me, boy betta be quick

[Chorus: x4]
Get low (get low), get low (get low)
They fight (they fight), they fight (they fight)
Get low (get low), get low (get low)
They shoot (they shoot), they shoot (they shoot)

[Verse: MJG]
Witnesses runnin, talkin bout the shootas is comin
(inaudible) Get low
(inaudible) That make me wonder how they got it through the front door
Security beatin the hell outta some of the instigatas
Who started the fuck rucous in the first place
And there ain't even no way I could sugar coat it
As bad is I want the shit to be over and be the worse case
(inaudible)
I'm tryin to make it to my chevy, I don't give a fuck about the bitches Or the little money Imma spend now
MJG (inaudible) I'm just tryna get up out the club like
So don't be stickin yo hand up to me talkin bout you hurtin
You a veteran now hit me wit a dub spot
And ain't no way I'm tryna get hit wit a stray bullet
But no matta what chu say nigga they pull it
(inaudible)
A nigga who on a mission to get me and everybody
Who came wit me back to mutha fuckin safety
And don't nobody but me and a couple niggas who kill nigga for real
(inaudible)
Hit the ignition on the Chevy Impala
To keep the lookout for me I just cut the music on the lo-lo
I got my hand on the fo-fo
Tellin my people to get down, help me look out for the po-po
Put it in drive, hit the accelerator
(inaudible) Pistol wippin while I'm dippin now
Anotha episode of niggas tryna get out the club
Because anotha mutha fucka nigga trippin now

[Chorus: x4]
Get low (get low), get low (get low)
They fight (they fight), they fight (they fight)
Get low (get low), get low (get low)
They shoot (they shoot), they shoot (they shoot)

(Chorus)
South niggas stand up, weak niggas man-up, fuck these niggas that show us no love.
(2x)

Be strong, be a man, dont lie, dont steal, keep it real for as long as you live, make money, get fizzy,the last thing you do, dont matter what he or she do fuck that shit i could see trough anything, you think, you say, you try, slick niggas tryin to get by, you cant even look me in my eye, go hard to the dirt, dont stop dont quit, even if you steal can get rich quick, like you wanna judge me, but you dont know me, i'm a winner already, i dont need a trophy, MJ fuckin G, i'm true i'm straight, same old G every day, you cant even take the reezemey.

(Chorus)(2x)

Fake niggas hate me, real niggas they be down with a real nigga, it dont matter were a real nigga be, M gang, G C,