8ball - Comin' Out Hard lyrics

(Eightball) Eightball will come out hard with the gangsta lean Gold smile for the women that be jockin' the green I'm a pimpster Not a trick on a stroll Ya gotta pimp that thang and keep a trick on hold Stay on top of the world, wit a gun in ya hand Take control of a woman and fear no man It be hard for me to see a day without cash If you got it and I don't I'll blast your a**, with the quickness Because a pimp don't play I got to work on top of my game and think of ways to get payed Born in the Mound, down, deep in the South With the brothers with the curls and gold teeth in they mouth In the Cheverolet Impalas with the Cragars and Vogues Four deep with the yak, smokin' fat mac indo Fall up in the club with the pimp's baton Got a Tec in my pants, ya step to me and it's on Got a family in Memphis, got a gang in Texas T-Money in the Jag and JB in the Lexus Flex this pimp tight mind in the studio Or... I'm comin' out hard Chorus: Hard out, Hard out Comin' out, Hard Hard out, Hard out Hard Hard out, Hard out Comin' out, hard Hard out, Hard out (MJG) MJG description a brotha And one who tends to always keep his business undercover But still I wind up in the middle of a click Some I heard, he heard, she heard Should I continue to listen to the rumors, the garbage Trick I ain't barring this, s**a let's start this rumble Swing trick, you missed, I hit, tumble, into the sleeper Now you feeling weaker Man don't step when you think you got backup Looking for some help but ya boys just slacked up Punked out, backed out Way low headin' to the front do' Sneaking out real slow How ya feel now? What's wrong, what's the matter Mama never told you not to play with those rappers MJG got loose in the 9 deuce But for the 9 tre the pimps don't play way I'mma stay true Some of ya'll goin' trade Some of ya'll I'mma like Some of ya'll I'mma hate But see I'm in it to win it Not in it for a part And it's considered a job, for me to come out, damn, hard Chorus (Eightball) I gotta come out hard as hell just like the life I lead Cool, feed on the next brotha's greed J-Smooth cuttin' up, lil' Hank gettin' buck k**ers be shootin' up s**as with no gut I'm scoping big bu*ts, looking for the payoff Living like a pimpster, taking everyday off Riding through the hood with my homies gettin' smoked out Fall up in the mall, on a ho stroll, loked out Cool, calm and collective, comin' out hard MJG count it down (MJG) 1, 2, 3 points I gotta get across 1, don't 2, make me 3, go off s**as gettin' stuck up in a phase Tryin' to amaze, somebody else, but they find that it don't pay I'm gonna keep, droppin' tracks, smokin fat-mack hay In the ash tray, 3 quarts, put away Gat on the table cause I'mma able, I'mma keep it Right up on the shelf, where I know that I can reach it My mind is a weapon, cause I'm smart from the start MJG...(pimps don't play from the 9 tre) Comin' out hard Chorus