[MJG]
I come and go and chill as I please
160 miles per hour on Greentrees
Really ain't no reason to try and pretend these
Hoes ain't down and willin' to bend knees
I ease
Up off of my gas to smash brakes
I'm gazin at a stout piece of a** at high stakes
To make it to the top of my game what will it take?
I gots to get some glue in my life, before I break
Shake rattle and roll hold the dice until I can't
It's time for G to toss up in the paint
Pimpin' a** real n***a
I squeeze big a** and big trigga
And leave hard weak a** n***as in big rivers
Who in the f** got stuck you bucked and outta luck
Lookin to find trouble with me, now that's enough
Muthaf**as
I torture yo a** and make you suffer
I'm spittin real sh** you false n***as can smother cuz
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I know the flows that drops the hoes clothes
T makes the beats that heats the whole streets
If you got the time
Fine I got the rhyme
Shine and Recline
Vibe and sip wine
[Eightball]
I be the n***a who really don't give a f** man
Rough and tough I'm puttin strain on your weak game
Hard and real dammit I never knew another way
Rappin bout the sh** that happens round a n***a everyday
Life is hard and hoes ain't free, believe me
Ask them real G's dying in the penetentiary
Old and cold, ain't no love in the steel cage
It's all about your freedom in this muthaf**in space age
Some got chosen, some choose and lose
Some pay dues, snooze, and lose what they choose
I, be, PIMP ni**a SUPREME!
Invest some cream and straight sell a ho a dream
Bust on wax and rip tracks by T-Mix
Hated cuz I talk real sh** bout a freak b**h
Peep this I don't give a f** about what
Somebody say they can die & s** a n***a nuts
Cornbread fed south women luva
Money-makin black fat muthaf**a
Can't no other duplicate mine
It's all fine while we shine and recline
Chorus (2x)
[MJG]
I'm pimpin hoes till they mind gone
My rhymes on now where my money b**h?
How many s**as you trickin and who you runnin with?
Some stunnin sh** you layin down with plain fools
Her n***a wanna send alumni back from school
Who you rule?
Not sh** but yo mouth I brings proper sh** to the ring
But sh** you wear straight stops muthaf**as
Lookin for reason to start trouble
You come with that sh** 10 shots gonna bust yo bubble
Like a teardrop
I can't feel the pain, just my ears pop
The bullet just an inch from your brain
Live and he'll stop
You talkin cash sh** but you writin' them rubber checks
And still don't know the way to commit with a brotha yet
God Damn!
Is this sh** ham or is it Spam
I thought I had a bottle of jelly and got jammed
In the blender a million degrees
Deep in December
The flashbacks weakened your mind so just remember cuz
Chorus (2x)