[Intro - P. Diddy] 
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..
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