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PERFORMING ARTISTS
8Ball & MJG
8Ball & MJG
Performer
Nancy Mua
Nancy Mua
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Drumwright
Drumwright
Songwriter
Frampton
Frampton
Songwriter
Goodwin
Goodwin
Songwriter
Jones
Jones
Songwriter
SMITH
SMITH
Songwriter
Wright
Wright
Songwriter

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
I'm so cold, I need a coat in the kitchen
I bust two verses, and then go to intermission
It's, no way you can revoke my vision
I, don't play, and I make a hoe pay commission
Baby, come on, now you know I wrote compositions
That make **** wish they never spoke while they were spittin'
I'm so ready, I'm 'bout to blow from the tensions
Like, surprise, you don't even know what you gettin'
[Verse 2]
I'm becomin' quick, can't slow my conditions
Can't throw my positions, I flow with precision
It's a must a keep it on the low in addition
To all my weapons and mo' ammunition
I'm MJG, and I'm so in the legion, I
See you trynna creep me for my dough, why you trippin'?
You's a shipwrecked ****, when ya boat go a missin'
Jesse Jackson can't save you with the Hope Coalition
[Verse 3]
I'm spreadin' the news, ain't got nothin' to lose
I got nothin' to prove, it's not easy to do
I got the streets in my pocket
And if ya hatin', better stop it
Straight Cadillac Pimpin'
Young **** better listen
[Verse 4]
If I should die before I wake
Roll me some up, make sure I'm straight
Make sure my cup filled up with yac
Make sure my paper come in stacks
If I should die before I wake
Roll me some up, make sure I'm straight
Make sure my cup filled up with yac
Make sure my paper come in stacks
[Verse 5]
I come through like a mack truck, rumblin' streets
Big Boy hit tracks straight crumblin' beats
Rock hard like coke in a pot, them fiends
Pay top dollar for the hot product indeed, yeah
Turn it up and get addicted to it
Have raw music soon as you listen to it
Jump up like a old fat lady at church
Jump back like a uncut thang at work
Man, hop in and take a ride with a pimp ****
Fire the green up and let me shoot the shit with ya
Talk slick till I make a chick get the picture
Just a page outta fat boy ghetto adventures
Listen, I'm a titan on the mic
Original, them weak **** bitten what I write
Oh Lord, we gon' get it jumpin' like revival
Survival, straight from my street bible
[Verse 6]
I'm spreadin' the news, ain't got nothin' to lose
I got nothin' to prove, it's not easy to do
I got the streets in my pocket
And if ya hatin', better stop it
Straight Cadillac Pimpin'
Young **** better listen
[Verse 7]
If I should die before I wake
Roll me some up, make sure I'm straight
Make sure my cup filled up with yac
Make sure my paper come in stacks
If I should die before I wake
Roll me some up, make sure I'm straight
Make sure my cup filled up with yac
Make sure my paper come in stacks
[Verse 8]
These verses I must rip, don't slip, pimp a bitch
Put on your look, best outfit, get rich
This here, get you out of your seat fo' sure
Jump up, get crunk like you got the Holy Ghost
Pay your collection plate, be straight, don't hate
Four strippers at the gate, no shake, no plate
Don't hate, pay your weight, make a pimp pockets straight
VISA, check, cash, any city, any state
Deep down, in the country in the hills, makin' deals
No exaggeration, it is what it is
Come on, you ain't never heard shit like this
Two pimps spittin' game straight out the pulpit
[Verse 9]
I'm spreadin' the news, ain't got nothin' to lose
Got nothin' to prove, it's not easy to do
I got the streets in my pocket
And if ya hatin', better stop it
Straight Cadillac Pimpin'
Young **** better listen
[Verse 10]
If I should die before I wake
Roll me some up, make sure I'm straight
Make sure my cup filled up with yac
Make sure my paper come in stacks
If I should die before I wake
Roll me some up, make sure I'm straight
Make sure my cup filled up with yac
Make sure my paper come in stacks
[Verse 11]
Listen to me
Y'all know how it is
Oh
Make sure, make sure, ooh yeah
If I should die, make sure
Yeah, yeah
Whoa, ooh yeah
Written by: Drumwright, Frampton, Goodwin, Jones, SMITH, Wright
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