[Chorus: Eightball]
Be ballin' g's we get buck
All ballin' g's just get crunk
Bitches let me see you ride that dick
N***a you got ice than rock that shit
Real n***as they don't hide they shit
We live and die for n***as we ride wit
Fuck the fame you can have that shit
Imma slang an husltin' an try to break me a bitch

[Verse 1: MJG]
In been many places n***as pimpin' and n***as playin'
N***as hustlin', n***as lyin' and n***as prayin' for that almighty
All nighty I rode them twenty-inch Yokohama's
In this game n***a I broke ya momma
Smokin' some of that tropical potent thunder
Slangin dick knockin hoes down like lumber
Chances of you seein' this n***a, Stevie Wonder
The pope said he wanna come smoke leave ya number

[Verse 2: Eightball]
One of the realest n***as you looked at trick
I'ma slang and hustle and try an break me a bitch
Soft ass n***as don't bust like this
Eightball fuck up all y'all n***as when I spit
Blows like snows in Ohio that's thick
Catch this come up short like Bushwick
Trick we be known at the slap ridas click
We don't chase hoes and hate n***as that ride dick
[Chorus: Eightball]
Be ballin' g's we get buck
All ballin' g's just get crunk
Bitches let me see you ride that dick
N***a you got ice than rock that shit
Real n***as they don't hide they shit
We live and die for n***as we ride wit
Fuck the fame you can have that shit
Imma slang an husltin' an try to break me a bitch

[Verse 3: MJG]
Www dot MJG dot com
Give me the mic and I'll give you songs
When the beats bumpin' Give you something
For yo streo An benz-o Chockin' the fuck off endo
Then go
Splurgin' off something in some oversized excursions
Livin with a bitch you do nothin but blow herbs
When we tally hoe, daddy go
Thats when my n***as say boom boom crack boom boom
Thats what the trigger say

[Verse 4: Eightball]
What I deliever Make you shiver Like you was jello-tin
Break the skeleton outta mothafuckas who sellin' them
Shoot legs shootin' heads necks and chests first
Physically hurtin' me
But n***a the stress hurts
I got a red shirt
Spreadin' over this bullshit
Sometimes I wanna put down this pen and pull this
Firearm
How come you don't got [?] with my pistol and
Think I got no killin' utensils
[Verse 5: MJG]
Pistol play, playin wit me a get ya kidnapped
Evidence show I'm just a hustla that know how to rap
Post up an I'm gone bleed yo block
Make it hot 'til it burn like a n***a sellin' rocks
Deep or one deep n***a what the fuck
My room of 45's got my back on the cuts
On the stage or the club, I bust all day
Just as long as a mothafucka pay me what I weight
Hate in my bloodstream, smoked out dreams
Shoot raps through my vein like a n***a was a fiend
I told yall n***as we was hard from the start
Keep enough shit to yo blow your block apart
Just to say I did that, you know who did that
That n***a everybody know, he in the fat pack
Poetic, if it was fly n***a I said it
You might regret it if you wet it, and you need a medic

[Chorus: Eightball]
Be ballin' g's we get buck
All ballin' g's just get crunk
Bitches let me see you ride that dick
N***a you got ice than rock that shit
Real n***as they don't hide they shit
We live and die for n***as we ride wit
Fuck the fame you can have that shit
Imma slang an husltin' an try to break me a bitch
[Outro]
*talking*