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[Featuring MJG] 
[EightBall] 
Yeah 
All my playa niggaz throw your hands up 
And all my thug niggaz throw your guns up 
Weak niggaz give your funds up  to these hoes 
Distance your foes  and stay up on your toes 
I love this game  but its not the NBA 
It be me and MJ  doin' shit the playa way 
Daily smokin' hay 
The time on my Roly  tellin' me I'm gonna make cheese like Kobe 
Did what the real niggaz showed me  and shook the phonies 
Hooked the honies, lookin' like I got some money 
Ain't it funny, they diss you when you lookin' bunny 
But she your honey, when your stuff shrimps in her tummy 
I just call it how I see it, non-fictional 
Deliver the bomb shit, straight irresistable 
Without a pistol, I'll make you put your hands up 
So everybody in the place put your hands up 
Chorus 
Stompin', and pimpin' and mackin' and actin' 
Bad when a nigga rappin' 
Get your hands up, let me see the big butts 
We don't wanna see nothin' but the big butts 
Thug niggaz if you feel me bust 
No matter where you at pull your shit out and bust 
Thug niggaz if you feel me bust 
No matter where you at pull your shit out and bust 
Yeah, first to bringin' the pain 
And you better bring a Hertz too 
Southern voodoo brewed up to curse you 
May even hurt you, born into violence 
Streets a pilot, flyin' rhymes over cloudy beats 
50 thousand feet above what you thought I was 
Just a scrub, not good enough to get your love 
I came with acrobatic tongue tactics 
Parental advisory because my shit is graphic 
Tatooed on your memory that fat Tennesee MC 
Comin' out hard, they call me Mr. B-I-G 
But not because of my size, you better recognize 
I'm do or die, when you talk about my green guys 
Warn the citizens, the killers on the loose again 
Gone off of 'lucigens, clownin' in the big Benz 
All I wanna do is make a nigga get bucked 
So get up, and get your mothafuckin' hands up 
Chorus 
[MJG] 
Throw your hands in the smoke, cause there's smoke in the air 
Get close to me, I'll contact your ass like a flare 
As you stare, nigga you gonna come to term with what you see 
A primitive example of the shit you want to be 
And I ain't gonna be 
Persuaded, by blue sueded shoe wearin' 
Slick gun bitches, who get paid quick 
Trick niggaz stop all of that trickin' and shit 
If she come with a price tag, fuck that bitch 
Why should you switch? 
From one hoe, and love 'em all 
Cause she could suck the flavor out a dick? 
Hell nah 
One thing you gotta know about a woman 
Big dicks will be the reason for some shit known to get that pussy 
comin' 
Now who I be, before the G, MJ 
Nigga I ain't tryin' to high side 
But have a nice day 
Like a, get a way girl 
I get hips to watch 
I'm takin' applications 
Look at all the traffic you stopped 
Chorus X2

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