[Verse 1: 8Ball]
Eightball will come out hard, with the gangsta lean
Gold smile for the women that be jockin' the green
I'm a pimpster, not a trick on a stroll
You gotta pimp that thang and keep a trick on hold
Stay on top of the world, with a gun in your hand
Take control of a woman and fear no man
It be hard for me to see a day without cash
If you got it and I don't, I'll blast your ass
With the quickness Because a pimp don't play
I got to work on my game and think of ways to get payed
Born in the Mound, down deep in the South
With the brothers with the curls and gold teeth in they mouth
In the Cheverolet Impalas with the Cragars and Vogues
Four deep with the yak, smokin' fat mac indo
Fall up in the club with the pimpster tone
Got a TEC in my pants, you step to me, and it's on
Got a family in Memphis, got a gang in Texas
T-Money in the Jag and JB in the Lexus
Flex this pimp tight mind in the studio
Or, I'm comin' out hard

[Chorus]
Hard out, Hard out
Comin' out, Hard
Hard out, Hard out
Hard
Hard out, Hard out
Comin' out, hard
Hard out, Hard out
[Verse 2: MJG]
MJG, description: A brother
And one who tends to always keep his business undercover
But still I wind up in the middle of a click
Some I heard, he heard, she heard
Should I continue to listen to the rumors, the garbage
Trick, I ain't barrin' this, sucker, let's start this rumble
Swing, trick, you missed, I hit, tumble, into the sleeper
Now you feelin' weaker
Man, don't step when you think you got backup
Lookin' for some help but your boys just slacked up
Punked out, backed out, way low headin' to the front door
Sneakin' out real slow, how you feel now?
What's wrong? What's the matter?
Mama never told you not to play with those rappers
MJG got loose in the nine deuce
But for the nine-trey, the pimps don't play way
I'ma stay true, some of ya'll gon' trade
Some of ya'll I'ma like, some of ya'll I'ma hate
But see, I'm in it, to win it
Not in it for a part and it's considered a job for me to come out, damn, hard

[Chorus]
Hard out, Hard out
Comin' out, Hard
Hard out, Hard out
Hard
Hard out, Hard out
Comin' out, hard
Hard out, Hard out
[Verse 3: 8Ball]
I gotta come out hard as hell, just like the life I lead
Cool, feed on the next brothers greed
J-Smooth cuttin' up, lil' Hank gettin' buck
Killers be shootin' up suckers with no gut
I'm scopin' big bucks, lookin' for the payoff
Livin' like a pimpster, takin' everyday off
Ridin' through the hood, with my homies gettin' smoked out
Fall up in the mall, on a ho stroll, loked out
Cool, calm and collective, comin' out hard
MJG, count it down

[Verse 4: MJG]
One, two, three points I gotta get across
One, don't, two, make me, three, go off
Suckers gettin' stuck up in a phase, tryin' to amaze somebody else, but they find that it don't pay
I'm gonna keep droppin' tracks, smokin fat-mack hay
In the ash tray, three quarts, put away
Gat on the table, 'cause I'ma able
I'ma keep it right up on the shelf, where I know that I can reach it
My mind is a weapon, cause I'm smart from the start
MJG (Pimps don't play from the 9-trey)
Comin' out hard

[Chorus]
Hard out, Hard out
Comin' out, Hard
Hard out, Hard out
Hard
Hard out, Hard out
Comin' out, hard
Hard out, Hard out