[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
f** 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
sh**, I had hoes way before I was nationally famous
I was in the hood strapped up good
Watchin' my an*s
I'm a target splitter
The world strongest man hardest hitter
Even though you hate
I still elevate regardless n***a
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 sh** and be gone
When it's on, it's on, it's on, it's on
When it's on, you better get your sh** and be gone
When it's on, it's on, it's on, it's on
When it's on, you better get your sh** and be gone
When it's on, it's on, it's on, it's on
When it's on, you better get your sh** and be gone
[Verse 2: 8 Ball]
Look, you n***az play too much mayne
You need to pump yo' brakes
Keep a heater n***a need for them restless snakes
Right in my face caught a case tryin' to defend my space
Dodging snitches police n***az jumping state to state
What kind of n***a run his mouth and snitch out everybody?
The kind of n***a 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 n***a soul
For bricks or snow, n***az will f** you like a dirty hoe
Kick yo' door and put and your babies on the floor
See you in public f** who with you let the thang go
A n***a tell you don't let business turn personal
f** what they say cause for gram a n***a hurtin' you
n***az out here hurtin' fool
Nothing is for free mayne
f**in' with the game
That's how that sh** be mayne
[Hook]
[Verse 3: 8 Ball]
I was torn this b**h came from the streets I was born
p**y like a little kitty back yellow as corn
I don't go around poppin' sh** wit' n***az who talkin'
Them n***az ain't talkin' no more
Closed coffin
Not often do you see a n***a loyal as I
Like that boy from Best Eye n***a ready to die
For my bread and them n***az 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 f**in' 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 f** 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]