| Hoo… hey, listen baby, oh no no, oh
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| Hey, listen baby, hoo…
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| MJ-fucking-G and I’ll still be a fucking victim
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| Stick them, things into the air and then I pick them
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| Punks who, thought that they could catch me on the creep tip
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| Three slip, quickly when I unloaded my 9 clip
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| As I tip slowly to my muh-fuckin' Lexus
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| Next it’s trouble for a nigga down in Texas
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| Check this: police pull me over on the highway
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| Why they, jack me up, I don’t know, so I act and I stay
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| Heartless toward the muthafuckin' system
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| Get them devils out the office then I trick them
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| Suckas, crackers musta thought I was a cookie, rookie
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| Cop got dropped when he took the notion
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| That he could fuck with me, it was a dream
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| A pump or, somethin' in his hand made him run up, sun up
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| A Klansmember really got me fucked up, plus us
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| Black folks ain’t goin' for that stuff, nigga, so what you sayin'
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| Money (ho, so much money) and bitches (and bitches, baby)
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| Candy paint (candy paint) and switches (and switches)
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| Top let down, and I’m sky high (and I’m sky high, baby)
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| So what’cha sayin', nigga? |
| I’ma get by
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| Hell yeah, a real nigga, straight from the streets of the Mound
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| With nappy hair and gold teeth shining under my crown
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| And I must pack the fat bud sack
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| And my gat for the niggas who don’t know how to act
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| Fuck that, gotta be a rebel in the 9−4
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| Hell is waiting for me, but I refuse to go
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| Cops try to treat me just like Rodney
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| Pull a nigga over but they did not see the Uzi
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| What must I do, should I blast on the 5-O?
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| Then I’ll be another black man on death row
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| Sitting in my cell asking God for forgiveness
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| God will forgive me, but crackers won’t forgive this
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| Black nigga taught to kill by the white man
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| Television got me wantin' to live like the white man
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| So I take a look around my neighborhood
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| Liquor stores and pawn shops covering every block
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| Money (ho, so much money) and bitches
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| Candy paint (love my paint job) and switches
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| Top let down, and I’m sky high (so high, so high)
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| So what’cha sayin', nigga? |
| I’ma get by
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| Guess I’m a thug with the mind of a pimp plus the heart of a hustler
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| Trust a, dollar and my momma, fuck a busta
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| Must a, sucka get noid in my presence
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| Hell yeah, bitch, I got the thug type of essence
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| Plus I, underestimate just how I rough I
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| Can hit when I’m mixed up in all type of shit
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| I’m a community outcast, and I’m causing lots of trouble
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| So call them fuckin' folks on the double
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| But a couple of badge-wearing bitches ain’t gon' stop me
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| Drop the, bombs on your muthafuckin' ass when I pop the
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| Pins out these 20-inch grenades
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| And spray, your ass in the past when you play
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| Yourself tryna level with a giant, a chiefer
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| Constantly chiefin' hay a.k.a. potent reefer
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| Teach a, older bitch a newer trick and keep a
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| Hustle on my mind all the time, nigga, so what you sayin'
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| Money (money, baby) and bitches (oh, and bitches)
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| Candy paint (candy paint) and switches (oh, and switches)
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| Top let down, and I’m sky high (so high, so high)
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| So what’cha sayin', nigga? |
| I’ma get by (get by, baby)
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| Eightball and MJG on this funky funky rec
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| Mark ass niggas get checked when they disrespect
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| Pimpin' at its finest from the heart of Memphis, Tennessee
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| Busta muthafuckas need to open their eyes and look at the
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| World as I see it, but to me, a nigga never will
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| Comprehend through the message that I send, which is real
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| Niggas like me from the M-O-U-N-D
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| We just smoke and try to meditate, avoiding those who player hate
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| Real niggas have to carry gas when it’s necessary
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| Players haters planning to jack me, I’ll have to wet ya
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| Bet ya, rappers who be talking all that tough shit
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| Front them hoes like men and watch ‘em fold like a punk bitch
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| Weak ass niggas get raised in the studio
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| Fuckin' around with me, I’m tryna put you in a grave, hoe
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| Pray no nigga wants to this step mack pimp in this
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| The South Click, so what you sayin', bitch?
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| Money (money, money, money) and bitches (oh, and bitches)
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| Candy paint (oh, I love my paint job) and switches (oh, and switches)
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| Top let down, and I’m sky high (so high, so high)
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| So what’cha sayin', nigga? |
| I’ma get by (I'ma get by)
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| Oh, I’ve got so much money
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| Hey, baby |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song So What U Sayin' , by - 8Ball & MJG. Song from the album On the Outside Looking In, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп