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    Ooh la la bangladesh..
    Heyyy...

    [Hook - Lloyd]
    See a nigga like me gonna get money till I get rich
    Ride with a couple hundred G's in a biscuit
    Stay down for whatever forever hustle with my misfit homez
    And soon you gonna see just how crunk this shit be once we get rich
    Til then its back to hustlin with my misfits
    Deep, on a creep, fifty songs tucked under the prone..
    Fifty songs tucked under the prone

    [MJG]
    I keep a big old nigga beater heater
    Its in the trunk of my four-door and my two seater
    Im make them say skeeter skeeter
    Keep up and grab the ball back just like I'm Derek Jeter
    I know you want to fuck my hoe but you too scared to meet her
    See you aint got enough bread to even start to treat her
    The way a pimp did, and in the bed I'm even sweeter
    I hustle, I got more Franklins in me than Aretha
    If I had Oprah Winfrey I would marry her and keep her
    I spit as much knowlege as preachers and teachers
    Just as long as the message reach us we all fill up the bleachers
    I'm the MJG, I get in yo' shit
    I aint trying to run yo' clique, that be your friend so quick
    Come on, where my money, let me hit the stage
    Fuck them long interviews, just give us the front page
    Black G apostrophe S us, forever bust
    Them lyrics that make the people say that he got nuts

    [Hook]

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    [Eightball]
    Yeah man..
    Sticky weed kickin in, big Ball steppin in
    Straight flying when I hustle, thats how I represent
    Bounce, if you feelin what I'm spitting up in your ear hole
    I been rocking mics since I was 17 years old
    Smoking up, drinking up, kicking dust, and fucking up
    Everybody want a piece and we ain't got enough for us
    Yeah, I touched a brick or two, pounds I done smoked a few
    Got my bread and didn't do what the fuck I was supposed to do
    Money blinds players, turns them into evil spirits
    Niggaz die trying to live out these old rap lyrics
    I try to give it to them just how it come to me
    Real and unedited, not like it be on T.V
    Be myself and dont be what those haters want me to be
    Take the good the bad hit my knees set me free
    Make the bad good, put that on my leather and wood
    Cinderella with my fellas deep off in the hood
    Nigga

    [Hook]

    [MJG]
    You need to stop sticking your hand out and try to fold it
    Turn around the broom handle and try to hold it
    It's plenty dirt to be swept, and leaves to be raked
    Now you need to leave from my face, take heed to mistake
    That you just made, thinking a player could get played
    Thinking that a rapper could get wrapped and phone tapped
    My whole life I learned the hard way to spot liars
    And it seems like its usually the ones thats right by ya
    FIRE!

    [Eightball]
    Jumping up out the tip with pistols sittin up
    Fuck me? Watch my gun skeet like they bust a nut
    'Cept when it hit your cheek it burn then it split your cheek
    Then come out the back of your head, now your just a memory
    Graphic how I got it illustrated, rated triple X
    Niggaz want to be the king, I dont give a fuck who best
    Just watch your mouth, talkin down in the south
    I'm gonna let my nuts hang and start punching clowns out

    [Hook]

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