Chorus (2x)
We started the shit, and we gon' finish the shit!

MJG:

Riding down the strip on a trip in my 'Ham sammich
Started this shit and I'm gon' finish yes I am dammit
We gonna slam it down like to hit it, here its shitted
Here its time for them n***as in Memphis, Tenn to get deep within it
How deep? shit the devil stay right down the street
And why you mad? the rebels tied a brother by his feet
For what, for what I don't know they tied him to a pickup truck
Then posted up and down like they didn't really give a f**k
I get rid of bigots with bad racial equalities
Bust back at KKK's who try to follow me
These hollowties saving my ass in crucial situations
Any other tactics I need, I use imagination
I'm ten steps ahead of your ass type of n***a
Shit that I already know you try to figure
Give up, put your ship up, don't try to sail
Don't you see we got this shit built up, can't pry a nail
In my foundation my sound making too many bump all out the trunk
Get crunk and blow blunts and buck jump
Ain't no luck chump we come intentional with this dope shit
Using a pen or a pencil back when I wrote this
Space age, feel it perculatin' but all this hurt and hatin'
Still keep on bringing people back to old situations
I change the stations but they playing the same list
We started the shit and we gon' finish the shit
Chorus (4x)

Eightball:

Mental battlescars polluting my cranium
Watered down fake n***as I'm draining 'em and training 'em
Claiming them Suave House n***as to the dirt bitch
Cross the family and you gon' find yourself gettin hurt, bitch
Peices all in a n***a mind it ain't reality
F**k reconciliation, n***as don't want no unity
Born dyin every minute death is closer to me
Its like I'm in a movie, except I'm feeling everything
Pain when another motherf**ker try to touch me
Anger when a petty player faker try to f**k me
8-B-A-double L, fat M-A-C
Nice with a mic and I don't think you wanna f**k with me
Love head doctors and I don't mean a psyciatrist
Bitches with that lip grip tighter than a gorilla fist
Pimp shit, when is everybody gonna learn
Pimps and gangstas make the universe turn
Poverty with the right amount of hustle turns to riches
But wrong situations turn hard n***as to bitches
I was born in the war zone fought for everything I got
Learned about my hustle, n***a worked and made the shit hot
Hoes started jockin n***as, boppin like they bitches too
Other n***as mad cause they only sold a tape or two
F**k what you heard n***a f**k who you be
Suave got the hookup cause suave got the cheese n***a
Chorus (8x)