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Forever (feat. Lloyd) (Album: "Living Legends" (2004)) (8BALL & MJG LYRICS) Posted: 21 Feb 2014 09:42 AM PST . Ooh la la Bangladesh.. Hey... [Hook - Lloyd] See a nigga like me gonna get money til I get rich Ride with a couple hundred G's in a biscuit Stay down for whatever forever hustle with my misfit homes And soon you gonna see just how crunk this shit be once we get rich Til then its back to hustling 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 I'm 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 ain't 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 knowledge 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 ain't 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] [Eightball] Yeah man.. Sticky weed kicking in, big Ball steppin in Straight flying when I hustle, that's how I represent Bounce, if you feeling 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 Niggas 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 how it be on T.V Be myself and don't 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 trying to fold it Turn around the broom handle and trying 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 that's right by ya FIRE! [Eightball] Jumping up out the tip with pistols sittin up Fuck me? Watch my gun skeet like its bussing nuts '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 Niggas want to be the king, I don't give a fuck who's best Just watch your mouth, talking down in the south I'm gonna let my nuts hang and start punching clowns out [Hook] . .

Don't Make (Album: "Living Legends" (2004)) (8BALL & MJG LYRICS) Posted: 21 Feb 2014 09:33 AM PST . [Chorus 2x] Don't make (Don't make) Me Kill (Me kill) No motherfucking body in here (in here) I'ma shoot (I'ma shoot) Three shots (Three shots) Somebody done made me hot (me hot) You Got Me Fucked Up We Shoot Guns and Hit Targets Meat Market Yall Haters Up Who Start Shit MJ Ripping Holes In Bodyguards Outta Line Polices and boys Who They Party Hard And When The Party Started I Thought We Was All Chillin I Figured Everybody Would Be Leaving here all living You Standin To Close Partner You Askin To Much Baby You Need To Get From Round Me Befor our clique go crazy (8-ball) Yea maine these niggas coming round talking bout they hot but they not fucking with fatboy mj nigga we the truth holla at playa maine streets or the booth we popping at you haters main Soft as niggaz, make they chin hit the flo off brand niggaz take they chesse and they hoe mafio (mafio) niggaz know (niggaz know) when them real live G's hit the dow (hit the dow) [Chorus 2x] [8 Ball] I gotta 22 not much bigga than my fanga a when chesta pistol grip pump us a head ranga a two shot daraga nine lil milana abig fourty glock just call me the gun slanga some ak's spray to kill the front line one hundred and thirty dead from squeezin' off one time all you mu-fuckin' who gappin' fly lip let it rip don't slip I'm workin' wit five clips [MJG] We fifty deep and err nigga wit me got they ice on lil nigga that a break yo face like Roy Jones crushin' bones when it's on we ain't never scaed them memphis boyz be so serious when it's bout that bread kidnap family members them niggaz don't leave no witness they all love a gansta that shit be so addictive when we pull up they know who we are by ther we blowing big and you know Diddy he gon buy the bar [Chorus 2x] [MJG] Take yo vest off from blowin' yo kneck off and eyes out high speed chase I follow you to yo hide out shot yo fuckin' ties out don't try to ride now what happen to the base in yo voice you just cryin' now I thought you was a man you starting to look fine now a grim we been lookin' for you in boyz time now then blow the wrong shit out of the right side of yo head maine ain't noway for retaliation when U's a dead man [8 Ball] Not a scread maine we keep off the frame we staying away from lames we runnin' the whole game I do it like a G you ain't fuckin' wit me 8 ball, MJG we reppin' for Tennessee wit murder and homicide the day niggaz die the day niggaz ride and don't need a reason why it's money and the power the week they get devowered them boyz they disrespect wit bullets they get showered [Chorus 2x] . .

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