8Ball & MJG - You Don't Want Drama

It's Bad Boy South Niggaz, Ball and G
Orange Mound, the moment you been waitin for
Collaboration, c'mon now
Let's go, let's go, let's so, c'mon

[Verse 1 - Eightball]
Straight from the underground, fat boy from the mound
Spit it how I live it, keep it gutter, that's how we get down
I wanna see you get it crunk, let a nigga know what hood you from
Eveybody wit me drunk as fuck, break it down, then roll it up
Back it up, a girl like you, a nigga like me can't pass it up
Rollin by, lookin good, put it in reverse then back it up
What's the deal, lemme make it clear what you got rite here
They break mold, one of a kind, fat boy witta gold mouth that shine
Hard to touch, sorry to tell you, boys out here ain't hard as us
Ball and G, part of the streets, cuz the streets are a part of us
Lay it down, please remember, games we don't play them now
Disrespect, please remember, stains we gon spray them round

[Chorus]
Buss a nigga head, smack a ho, shoot the club up
Buss a nigga head, smack a ho, shoot the club up

Bitch...nigga!!!
Bitch...nigga!!!
Bitch...nigga!!!
Bitch..

You don't want drama, no!
You don't want none, no!
You don't want drama, no!
You don't want none, no!

[Verse 2 - MJG]
Get up (Get up) Get crunk (Get crunk)
Let's race to the trunk (To the trunk)
Get a pump, unload and dump
Forget it, close the trunk
In the middle of a fire, scotch and burn him, overheat him
Really mistreat him, let's Rodney King him and over beat him
MJG is the reason yo season needed seasonal spices
They needed more life and lucky yo wife was bleedin
Now your life is leavin yo body, for drinkin too much Bacardi
You should've known when you started
Never fuck with G and E
In any climate I'm shinin, floss, I'm perfect wit timin
I'm good for rippin and rhymin in and out the beat
And Eightball is loadin the clip, for niggaz supposin to trip
And you know I'm rollin the whip, we finna set 'em free

[Chorus]

[Verse 3 - Eightball]
Eightball and G, get it crunk fa sho
My swagger, my flavor, my pimpin, my flow
My ho, my woman, my slacks, my denims
My backstroke in swimmin, in pools wit models in 'em
Them boys, they hate it, we hustle, we made it
We richer, the picture, is two of the greatest

[MJG]
The realest, you bump some Ball and G you gon feel it
Guaranteed, muhfucker, stamp, sign, seal it

[Eightball]
We placin, the fakest, they don't give it up we gon take it
The realest up in in this niggaz buckin, bitches shakin

[MJG]
They asses, but cash it, might be a habit
Like mics when we grab it, we cock it, we blast it

[Chorus]

[Outro - P. Diddy]
So here we go, Bab Boy South
Ball and G, Orange Mound
New York collaboration
You don't want no drama, you don't want none
I see you ATL, let's tear this shit up
C'mon, c'mon...I said let's tear this shit up!
Yeah, Ball and G, Bad Boy South
Let's go, let's work these motherfuckers
Let's get this money niggaz, yeah, as we proceed..

8ball & Mjg feat. Young Dro - Bring It Back

Oh, I know what they wont do. Uh-Oh Yeah-Yea
Oh, It's bout to be a problem (that's right) It's your boy Nitty
I'm with my big bru 8 ball and MJG
It's that new shit nigga

What it sound like - sound like money (like money)
What it look like - look like money (like money)
What it feel like - feel like money (like money) (ayye)
What it is real life make a nigga money

Tell the dj bring it back (tell the dj bring it back)
Tell the dj bring it back (tell the dj bring it back)
Tell the dj bring it back (tell the dj bring it back)
Tell the dj bring it back (tell the dj bring it back)

What it sound like crispy 20's being counted out
Shout it out mayne we done made it through another drout
Celebrate haters cant bring me down if you want do it
Not chu fixin to see me now all in face yea with my gold mouth
There niggas thought we was gone like jd hair but we still in your ear
Throwing memphis in the air on the space shuttle weed got me way up there
I swear I aint rich but I feel like a billionaire hustle to I die
Yea fuck around and but it there one licks two licks three licks four
Keep hit licks like I'm playin a guitar

What it sound like - sound like money (like money)
What it look like - look like money (like money)
What it feel like - feel like money (like money) (hey)
What da real life making dat money

Tell the dj bring it back (tell the dj bring it back)
Tell the dj bring it back (tell the dj bring it back)
Tell the dj bring it back (tell the dj bring it back)
Tell the dj bring it back (tell the dj bring it back)

I look, I smell, I taste like money its a big big mistake ya try ta take sum from me
Just want it I shit it out 55 hundred then flush it down the toilet gaw
Damnit I gun it I'm PIMP TIGHT mj's stick wit the benz tho ben told me mj write about the benz
First let em know you keep around ill be in the crowd wit em if I'm sweatin you to hard
Take a paper towl wit em ride chu loose bowels wit em leave em in the trash
Can hundred thou for the trash man ima bad man hell even worse trick she use
It not want it that's when I used to fuck with her forget her cause...
What it sound like - sound like money (like money)
What it look like - look like money (like money)
What it feel like - feel like money (like money) (hey)
What da real life making dat money

Tell the dj bring it back (tell the dj bring it back)
Tell the dj bring it back (tell the dj bring it back)
Tell the dj bring it back (tell the dj bring it back)
Tell the dj bring it back (tell the dj bring it back)

I got all kind of cash,yes , gold rover range
The girls sell me fast, road runner brings (beep beep)
Dro and Eightball in a whole nother lane (watch out)
The trap taking MJG, a whole nother theme
Chevy with the ?bayne? dont forget to spray it down
Coming out hard, tell them bitches lay it down
My wrist weigh a pound, I got stupid ass jewelry
Gettin Quarter mil, in the coupe it's that serious
I hit a hatin, hatin I got superman ?
Blue and Red lamborghini, Superman?
Polo Polo Polo I been doin that for years
If you smell like money, you can touch it dont be scared Young Dro

8ball & Mjg feat. Three 6 Mafia, Slim of 112 - Cruzin'

We Fitn 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

8BALL & MJG feat. P. Diddy - When It's On

[Verse 1: MJG]
I'm just a drop top flippin', flippin'
Fifth of Yacht sippin', sippin'
Dope crack that's going in the strip clubs tippin'
MJG ah, P.I.M.P. ah
Fuck a blind date, oh no, I got to see her
The new millennium poet
Forever show it, can't blow it
If you reap it, you sow it
I, pay my, dues
And it's the rules that I play by
Carry the team like I'm A.I
I used to cook rocks, and hit the block
And gun in the bushes, and money in my sock
Shit, I had hoes way before I was nationally famous
I was in the hood strapped up good
Watchin' my anus
I'm a target splitter
The world strongest man hardest hitter
Even though you hate
I still elevate regardless nigga
Step to us boy, look what you done started
And we don't even care that your arsenal be the largest

[Hook: 8 Ball & MJG, P. Diddy]
When it's on, it's on, it's on, it's on
When it's on, you better get your shit and be gone
When it's on, it's on, it's on, it's on
When it's on, you better get your shit and be gone
When it's on, it's on, it's on, it's on
When it's on, you better get your shit and be gone
When it's on, it's on, it's on, it's on
When it's on, you better get your shit and be gone

[Verse 2: 8 Ball]
Look, you niggaz play too much mayne
You need to pump yo' brakes
Keep a heater nigga need for them restless snakes
Right in my face caught a case tryin' to defend my space
Dodging snitches police niggaz jumping state to state
What kind of nigga run his mouth and snitch out everybody?
The kind of nigga that's gone end up being a dead body
Yo' wife and children gone be searching for their dear ol' daddy
They found his headless body tied up in a dark alley
It's cold like ice and snow on a nigga soul
For bricks or snow, niggaz will fuck you like a dirty hoe
Kick yo' door and put and your babies on the floor
See you in public fuck who with you let the thang go
A nigga tell you don't let business turn personal
Fuck what they say cause for gram a nigga hurtin' you
Niggaz out here hurtin' fool
Nothing is for free mayne
Fuckin' with the game
That's how that shit be mayne

[Hook]

[Verse 3: 8 Ball]
I was torn this bitch came from the streets I was born
Pussy like a little kitty back yellow as corn
I don't go around poppin' shit wit' niggaz who talkin'
Them niggaz ain't talkin' no more
Closed coffin
Not often do you see a nigga loyal as I
Like that boy from Best Eye nigga ready to die
For my bread and them niggaz that considered me family
Hold it down mayne I got you til we up there wit' granny

[Verse 4: MJG]
Cause as soon as I start writing
I start going through physical
Deeper into my spiritual
I'm so fuckin' lyrical
MJG the realest the truth the definition
Just call me the competition
I'm still stomping and pimpin'
I'm still working with Diddy, still fuck wit the hood
I got the key to the city, the streets is all good
My leather is all wood, my gun is still secluded
I'm still hoping and praying to God I don't use it

[Hook - until fade]
[P. Diddy - talking]

8Ball & MJG feat. Shannon Jones - Straight Cadillac Pimpin'

[MJG]
I'm so cold, I need a coat in the kitchen
I bust two verses, then go into intermission
No way you can provoke my vision
I, dont play I make a hoe pay a commission
Baby, come on you know I wrote compositions
That make niggaz wish they never spoke while they were spittin
I'm so ready I'm bout to blow from the tension
Like surprise you dont even know what you gettin
I'm becomin quick at gettin slow ??
Cant throw my position, I flow with persition
Is a must a keep it on the low in addition
To all my weapons and no ammunition
MJG, and I'm so in attention
I see you tryin to creep me for my dough, why you trippin
Youse a shipwreck nigga when you broke co-mission
Jesse Jackson cant help you with the Hope Coalition

[Chorus - Shannon Jones]
Well, I'm spendin loose
Got nothing to lose
Got nothing to prove
Its not easy to do
I got the streets in my pocket
With the hating better stop
Straight Cadillac Pimpin'
Young nigga better listen

[Hook - 8Ball x2]
If I should die, before I wake
Roll me sum up, make sho I'm straight
Make sho my cup feel no react
Make sho my paper come in stacks

[8Ball]
I come through like a mack, truck rumbling streets
Big Boy hit tracks straight pummeling beats
Rock hard like coke in a ???
Pay top dollar for the hot product indeed, yeah
Turn it up and get addicted to it
And have raw music soon as you listen to it
Jump up like a old fat lady at church
Jump back like a uncut thang at work
Mang, hop in and take a ride with a pimp nigga
Fire the green up and let me shoot the shit witcha
Talk slick till I make a chick get the picture
Just a page outta fat boy ghetto adventures
Listen, I'm a titan on the mic
Original, them weak niggaz bite what I write
Oh Lord, we going to get it jumpin like revival
Survival, Straight from my street bible

[Chorus]

[Hook x2]

[MJG]
These verses are must rip, dont slip, pimp a bitch
Put on your look, best outfit, get rich

[8Ball]
This here, get you out of your seat fo sho
Jump up, get crunk like you got the Holy Ghost

[MJG]
Ay Yo, collection plate, be straight, dont hate
Indicate, no shape, no plate

[8Ball]
Dont Hate, pay away, make a pimp, pockets straight
VISA, check, cash, any city, any state

[MJG]
Deep Down, in the country, in the hills, makin deals
No ex-aggeration, it is what it is

[8Ball]
Come on, you aint never heard shit like this
Two Pimps spittin game right out pu-pils

[Chorus]

[Hook x2]

[Shannon Jones singing till song fades]

8BALL & MJG feat. Ludacris - Shot Off

He he he, yeeah

[Verse 1: Eightball]
What kind of nigga always run his mouth like a hoe
Like his jaw got a battery, this nigga always know
Who got robbed, got shot, who got put on lock
Nobody invited you and still you got up in the spot
Me, I'm not a witness, keep my distance, mind my business
You, somebody talk, you in they mouth like a dentist
We keep it gangsta, mommas love it cause they know it's real
Like UGK, "we keeps it real" mobbin' through the field
Big Ball, Fatboy, unload heat when my brain spill
You for it, images without no coke connect pills
We keep it crunk and poppin' real niggaz know the deal
We Bad Boys, anywhere we at we smoke and kill
You try to stop it, get yo' shit broke up in twenty pieces
We roll deep in brand new vehicles wit secret features
Game preachers move yo' pimpin' for you mamasitas
We players on the field, y'all niggaz in them bleachers

[Chorus: Eightball - (Repeat 2X)]
You talkin' down behind my back (uh) you done shot off nigga
Fifty, four or twenty sack, you done shot off nigga
If you fly and got a gun (uh) when the drama come, you run (uh)
You know what you just done, you done shot off nigga

[Verse 2: MJG]
Man, come on now, you done shot off just like Mike Davis lost a knockoff
Or his tight-ass shirt when the button pop off
You standin' it's snowin' you got yo' shoes and socks on
Who holds the key? No fucking bout it, I broke the lock off
I grew the top off, took the comma, period, dot off
And ran on wit it and broke you a whole lot off
I'm gettin' hot and startin' to boil, don't turn the pot off
You just affected wit it, pimpin' yo, get yo' rocks off
Release some pressure, stop all that cryin' and wipe ya snot off
Excuses you be usin' for losin' it's cheap as hot sauce
Earn yo' position, stop hatin' beacuse you not boss
M-J-G, pimp tight, I'm movin' yo' spot off
And I don't reach, stoppin' yo' plans, fucking yo' plot off
I go hard and I don't sheave and I'm not off
And livin' on the edge rebellin' I'm never dropped off
Like Aaron Hall, "Don't Be Afraid" bitch, call the cops off

[Chorus: Eightball - (Repeat 2X)]

[Verse 3: Ludacris]
Now you can either check yo' ego at the do' (door) or let the drama unfold
And check my Rap Sheet, BITCH, I'm almost ten million sold
I'm only rappin' cause I want to, I got enough plaques
Needless to say, my favorite rappers told me to get on this track
And so I DID it, quickly wrote my sixteen down and SPIT it
By the end of the verse you'll say, "once again, Ludacris SHIT it"
Then I'll wipe this wit yo' face and put yo' pride in the trash
My whole career is like my video, I'm showin' my ass
I keeps it, "gangsta, gangsta!" shooters and shanksters
Until you shot off motherfuckers, I'm a "thank ya, thank ya!"
Runnin' yo' mouth behind my back until you run out of time
But at least yo' talkin' let's me know some millions stay on yo' mind
It ain't nothin' wrong wit that
Tell em grabbin' the thang and then I put it to yo' brain
And change everything you ever hope fo' (for) wit the .44
You'll be fallin' back
And Yacht - is what I'm drinkin' steady thinkin' bout these pinks chasin'
I'm bout to bring home the bacon

[Chorus: Eightball - (Repeat 4X)]

8BALL & MJG feat. T.I., Twista - Look At The Grillz

[Chorus]
Look at the grill [4x]
[2x]
this for my niggaz with the bank roles (look at the grill on my pimp mobile)
this for my niggaz with the pretty cars (look at the grill on my pimp mobile)
this for my niggaz who got all the hoes (look at the grill on my pimp mobile)
this for my niggaz who don't give a fuck (look at the grill on my pimp mobile)

[T.I.]
(hey! Grand hustle Bad Boy south lets ride nigga)
chevy super clean, two or three screens
watch a nigga be to the left I lean
50 karats in the crown, niggaz no more sceam
just to let you sucker niggaz know I'm the king
this green I smoke we call it drow
its dead-liest from memphis Tenn
you see my folk we ain't no joke
don't turn this into a murder scene
I'm paranoid, tone misquoted
should not since my early teens
but I'm drop that note, grab me under sixteen
you can bring all the niggaz you want to bring
hey! I thought you were running things
all you did was run the screens
must be out his mind thinking' the steel won't touch him
see it on the bush let it burn like Usher
click, click, bang you can end the discussion
ain't shit sweet cause I seen you unpleasant
I steal would spray broad day ain't nothing
the lilac one AK doing something
I'm immuned to the drama
act a fool if you wanna
lean in my pocket, 40 calb by the stomach
he acting' like he want it, I'm show a nigga somethin
somebody phinna to have put (&#&#*^%)
I don't tolerate suckas who be trying me
take a special kind of nigga to defies me
similar to 8ball and MJG been coming that hard since 93
niggaz know, ain't no out shinning me
I've been the G you're trying' to be
I mob with gorillas, squaders and robbers
and killers true niggaz gonna ride me

[chorus (2x)]

[Twista]
take a look at my wheels, rolling through the south
still spinning and I'm still smoking heavy
look at both of my grills, my motherfucking mouth
looking just like the rims on the chevy
pimp twist I'm a playa still, ballin' in the game come major bills
come and take a trip with me to hater Ville
on some 24 omegas and gator grill
fuck a twist. fuck you bitch
I don't really wanna have to bust you bitch
roman gold shine so hard
niggaz out here know they can't touch that shit
I don't trip, niggaz pull up
I be lookin' proud when I bust that dutch
specially when I look at the mac in the black Cadillac
and the bubbles in the hummer truck
when you see a nigga cruise through
niggaz try to jack you and loose my coop is by the kennel wheels
mother fucker wanna take my style
cause niggaz out here know I'm only fucking with the bonnet grills
and the haters wanna see me fall
how can I let y'all niggaz play me
shited on their good then I pull up
from my vehicle while bumpin' 8 Ball & MJG
twista bitch and I from the shy
with my memphis connect and I ain't going' lie
we be specializing in and up coming with dope shit
and pulling up in cool whips that's fly
still drink, still blow, then I creep through the hood real slow
while I bump kamikaze shit, while I scream look at my grill hoe

[chorus (2x)]

[8ball]
old grill smile, wiling out up in the VIP
the club close at five 'o'clock, we pulling up around three
wood grain wheel gripping, Cinderella sipping
I like my jewelry golden like a piece of fried chicken
money players is demon like I'm willy beaming
like a bitch that practice sucking dick and drinking semen
she sceaming dreaming, wishing she can be my number one
forever young, mama I just wanna' to have some fun

[MJG]
don't try to ever take my cash from me
you mine as well, jump of a cliff you fucking crash dummy
like that's my last money
this for my niggaz who be bussin' back to perpetrators
we don't discriminate, we'll hurt now hurt you later
but I ain't worried, I smoke one on you fucking haters
and I'm hidding gators on the refrigerator
down south memphis Tenn. pimpin' gotta rep it
the third I did, that nigga rugg, boy that nigga pimpin

[chorus (2x)]

8BALL & MJG - Don't Make

[Chorus 2x]

You Got Me Fucked Up
We Shoot Guns and Hit Targets
Meat Market Yall Haters Up Who Start Shit
MJ Breaking holes In Bodyguards
Outta Line Polices and boys Who They Party Hard
And When The Party Started I Thought We Was All Chillin
I Figured Everybody Would Be Leaving here all living
You Standin To Close Partner
You Askin To Much Baby
You Need To Get From Round Me Befor our clique go crazy
(8-ball)
Yea maine these niggas
coming round talking bout they hot
but they not
fucking with fatboy mj
nigga we the truth
holla at playa maine
streets or the booth
we popping at you haters main
Soft as niggaz, make they chin hit the flo off brand niggaz
take they chesse and they hoe mafio (mafio) niggaz know
(niggaz know) when them real live G's hit the dow (hit the dow)

[Chorus 2x]

[8 Ball]
I gotta 22 not much bigga than my fanga a when chesta pistol grip pump us a head ranga a two shot daraga nine lil milana
abig fourty glock just call me the gun slanga some ak's spray to kill the front line one hundred and thirty dead from
squeezin' off one time all you mu-fuckin' who gappin' fly lip let it rip don't slip I'm workin' wit five clips
[MJG]
We fifty deep and err nigga wit me got they ice on lil nigga that a break yo face like Roy Jones crushin' bones when it's
on we ain't never scaed them memphis boyz be so serious when it's bout that bread kidnap family members them niggaz don't
leave no witness they all love a gansta that shit be so addictive when we pull up they know who we are by ther we blowing
big and you know Diddy he gon buy the bar

[Chorus 2x]

[MJG]
Take yo vest off from blowin' yo kneck off and eyes out high speed chase I follow you to yo hide out shot yo fuckin' ties
out don't try to ride now what happen to the base in yo voice you just cryin' now I thought you was a man you starting to
look fine now a grim we been lookin' for you in boyz time now then blow the wrong shit out of the right side of yo head
maine ain't noway for retaliation when U's a dead man
[8 Ball]
Not a scread maine we keep off the frame we staying away from lames we runnin' the whole game I do it like a G you ain't
fuckin' wit me 8 ball, MJG we reppin' for Tennessee wit murder and homicide the day niggaz die the day niggaz ride and
don't need a reason why it's money and the power the week they get devowered them boyz they disrespect wit bullets they
get showered

[Chorus 2x]

8BALL & MJG feat. P. Diddy - Baby Girl

[Chorus: 8 Ball - repeat 2X]
What it do baby girl
Get on the dance floor
Will you put your drink down
Come and dance with me

[Verse 1: MJG]
Let's hit my residence, baby it's evident
That you been raising hell, I make it heaven sent
M-J take you to places that you never went
One room one night for every day spent
Knocking a dent in the sheetrock she's hot
Got them legs fanned open like a peacock
I saw her dancing in the club with her new outfit
Her hair and her nails did show me love
Ya man say he got good green show me some bud
Give me the real hook up price like I'm ya cuz
Baby see I'm above the bullshit and the playing
Them hoes you listening to don't know what they saying
They relaying that he say she say language
If that's the way we trying to swing it won't swang it
M-J fucking G I ain't really new to this shit
Just wanna add something new to the list

[Chorus]

[Verse 2: 8 Ball]
Money make the world go round that's what they say
Conversation rules the nation in every way
My mind thinking shit and I say it before I know
I'm at the condo busting condoms on the floor
We keep the crunk hyper than any who use a mic
We do the kinda music the pretty women gone like
A sweet smell you know with perfect nails and toes
A round cinibun head under them clothes
I know you wanna go and smoke out
Stay up all night and go eat at the Waffle House
You and me bring your friend that make three
I bet I can make you feel so sexy
Let the drank flow and burn the best dro
Put ya drank down and go hit the dancefloor
Make a nigga wanna get withcha and spend dough
Love what you do to me mami I wanna know

[Chorus]

[Verse 3: 8 Ball]
My yak spilling full of that hay I'm feeling right
Spend the night with me let's wake up and take a flight

[MJG]
She'll suck a nigga dick for the flight but don't bite
We gone keep it on the low no gossip and no hype

[8 Ball]
My rubber on tight on the jet on the runway
Leave Monday don't come home to Sunday

[MJG]
We dip Tuesday be back in town by Wednesday
Break a girl off that chain like Cunta Kintae

[8 Ball]
So will you dip with me baby girl
On a trip around the world while I play with your curls

[MJG]
Play with your titty nipples will that make your toes curl
You a bad motherfucker baby its your world

[8 Ball]
I know I'm coming on strong but that's me
Whatever you want I can do it correctly

[MJG]
So get ya mind right baby you Tina and I'm Ike
Bring that ass over here dance with Ike or we gone fight

[Chorus]

8Ball & MJG - Intro

[P. Diddy speaking:]
To be or not to be that is the question,
Ball and G. that's the answer,
Living Legends, many are called
but few are chosen, you know their names,
legendes of the south,
8Ball fat boy, MJG, pimpin',
BadBoy nigga, show them whachu got!