Lyrics 8Ball & MJG

8Ball & MJG

Comin' Out Hard

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 ass

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

Hard out, Hard out

Comin' out, Hard

Hard out, Hard out

Hard

Hard out, Hard out

Comin' out, hard

Hard out, Hard out

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, sucka 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

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

Killers be shootin' up suckas with no gut

I'm scoping big butts, 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

1, 2, 3 points I gotta get across

1, don't

2, make me

3, go off

Suckas 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

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