8ball & Mjg - We Started This lyrics

Chorus (2x) We started the sh**, and we gon' finish the sh**! MJG: Riding down the strip on a trip in my 'Ham sammich Started this sh** and I'm gon' finish yes I am dammit We gonna slam it down like to hit it, here its sh**ted Here its time for them n***as in Memphis, Tenn to get deep within it How deep? sh** the devil stay right down the street And why you mad? the rebels tied a brother by his feet For what, for what I don't know they tied him to a pickup truck Then posted up in town like they didn't really give a f** I get rid of bigots with bad racial equalities Bust back at KKK's who try to follow me These hollowties saving my a** in crucial situations Any other tactics I need, I use imagination I'm ten steps ahead of your a** type of n***a sh** that I already know you try to figure Give up, put your ship up, don't try to sail Don't you see we got this sh** built up, can't pry a nail In my foundation my sound making too many bump all out the trunk Get crunk and blow blunts and buck jump Ain't no luck chump we come intentional with this dope sh** Using a pen or a pencil back when I wrote this Space age, feel it perculatin' but all this hurt and hatin' Still keep on bringing people back to old situations I change the stations but they playing the same list We started the sh** and we gon' finish the sh** Chorus (4x) Eightball: Mental battlescars polluting my cranium Watered down fake n***as I'm draining 'em and training 'em Claiming them Suave House n***as to the dirt b**h Cross the family and you gon' find yourself gettin hurt, b**h Peices all in a n***a mind it ain't reality f** reconciliation, n***as don't want no unity Born dyin every minute d**h is closer to me Its like I'm in a movie, except I'm feeling everything Pain when another motherf**er try to touch me Anger when a petty player faker try to f** me 8-B-A-double L, fat M-A-C Nice with a mic and I don't think you wanna f** with me Love head doctors and I don't mean a psyciatrist b**hes with that lip grip tighter than a gorilla fist Pimp sh**, when is everybody gonna learn Pimps and gangstas make the universe turn Poverty with the right amount of hustle turns to riches But wrong situations turn hard n***as to b**hes I was born in the war zone fought for everything I got Learned about my hustle, n***a worked and made the sh** hot Hoes started jockin n***as, boppin like they b**hes too Other n***as mad cause they only sold a tape or two f** what you heard n***a f** who you be Suave got the hookup cause suave got the cheese n***a Chorus (8x)