Lyrics 8Ball & MJG

8Ball & MJG

The First Episode

Pimpin hoes was some shit that came easy to a playa

Cause ain't no way in hell a bitch could get me to obey her

And how in the fuck I'll ever make some money if I pay her

My hoes sell pussy at the party for the mayor

400 for the chewin, 100 for the mackin

1,000 for the fucking, 200 for the jackin

Soon as the day is over, my bitch is checkin in

I'ts just like deja vu, again and then again bitch

Come on, Wait a minute MR. MJG

Do you really think anyone's gonna believe that pimpin shit

Huh, I guess not

Haven't you heard, that pimpin shit is dead

Bitch chill, Hold up, you got a pimp fucked up

Can't help it cause you don't know, ain't my fault that you stuck up

Ya parents didn't teach ya, the streets didn't reach ya

I'm makin easy money from the judge and the preacher

The mayor likes the bitches cause they beat him with a chain

The judge and the preacher love to hear dirty thangs

The governor is first on the bitch payin list

He busts a nut soon as the bitches touch his dick

Comin out smooth, limpin' like a pimpsta

Got a fleet of bitches and they all call me mista fat mac

Pimp tight, what the fuck you wanna do?

See me in the street-sweeper mowin' down you and your crew

Gotta be ruthless, smackin hoes toothless

Suckas gettin dropped when I'm poppin with the Glock bitch

And the niggas they high cap and act like hoes

When they see the 93 with the switches and the voes

Eightball, tell the truth

How yo fat ass goin be doin all that?

Talkin bout pimpin and shootin up niggas

And braggin bout fuckin, what'z up wit that?

I'm big as a motherfucker, I don't look fast

But I'll jump up quick, and stick my dick in yo ass

And for you niggas that talk shit, don't step too quick

You know who got my back, a clip full of hollow tips

Tec, 9 millimeter, Glock or 22

Mafia style, don't even fuck with the pimpsta crew

Bust the yak and pass me that bud sack

Cause niggas with nuts, can't even fuck with the fat mac

25 birds on the counter in the den

Nigga gettin bailed cause they go for 5-10

Pot good and hot now I'm lookin for the shaker

Water start to bubble sprinkle in the money maker

The shit is gettin thick I think my pager just exploded

11 birds left, 13 I just sold it

I gotta close shop before it get too fuckin late

Ho sell time sellin birds 12-8

You know you guys really shouldn't be sellin cocaine to other brothers

It's killin us all off man

I mean how is that supposed to look

Makin us look bad

The cops work for me cause I keep good stuff

And plus the government ain't never paid dem tricks enough

And every time a cop bust some dope in the drug rade

Feds swangin birds in the hood by the next day

While I'm makin money off the shit that I done fronted

Nigga fell short, shoot 'em up yeah I done it

MJG Pushin real not cut

Got the feds in my pocket, and the chief by his nuts

Roll a fat bud, smoke the bitch and then I'm chilled

Fall off in the club drinkin yak dressed to kill

Niggas that be jealous cause dem hoes be on the jock

Don't disrespect my pimpin or you I will have to drop

No I don't be playin, what I'm sayin what I speak

Some niggas don't understand then I have to go and teach

What Eightball is about and what the future got for me

A slew of dead niggas and a pocket full of grip G

Damn, Father just like some niggas man

Dem niggas ain't goin never be shit

Dem niggas forever gettin fucked up

Know what I'm sayin, dem fools was stuck

Punk ass niggas that talk shit can get down on their knees

Suave got the hook up cause suave got the cheese

And I got the bomb and MJG is in the tank

Posessin ya mind and then we blow up the bank

Yank yo ho from the front row, and then jet out

When we get to the hotel, your bitch is on the house

Fuckin and suckin a pimpsta, fuckin and suckin a pimpsta

What, we through, pass me that joint nigga