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8ball mjg - when it's on كلمات الأغنية

(feat. p. diddy)

[verse 1: mjg]
i’m just a drop top flippin’, flippin’
fifth of yacht sippin’, sippin’
dope crack that’s going in the strip clubs tippin’
mjg ah, p.i.m.p. ah
f-ck a blind date, oh no, i got to see her
the new millennium poet
forever show it, can’t blow it
if you reap it, you sow it
i, pay my, dues
and it’s the rules that i play by
carry the team like i’m a.i
i used to cook rocks, and hit the block
and gun in the bushes, and money in my sock
sh-t, i had hoes way before i was nationally famous
i was in the hood strapped up good
watchin’ my -n-s
i’m a target splitter
the world strongest man hardest hitter
even though you hate
i still elevate regardless n-gg-
step to us boy, look what you done started
and we don’t even care that your -rs-nal be the largest

[hook: 8 ball & mjg, p. diddy]
when it’s on, it’s on, it’s on, it’s on
when it’s on, you better get your sh-t and be gone
when it’s on, it’s on, it’s on, it’s on
when it’s on, you better get your sh-t and be gone
when it’s on, it’s on, it’s on, it’s on
when it’s on, you better get your sh-t and be gone
when it’s on, it’s on, it’s on, it’s on
when it’s on, you better get your sh-t and be gone

[verse 2: 8 ball]
look, you n-gg-s play too much mayne
you need to pump yo’ brakes
keep a heater n-gg- need for them restless snakes
right in my face caught a case tryin’ to defend my sp-ce
dodging snitches police n-gg-s jumping state to state
what kind of n-gg- run his mouth and snitch out everybody?
the kind of n-gg- that’s gone end up being a dead body
yo’ wife and children gone be searching for their dear ol’ daddy
they found his headless body tied up in a dark alley
it’s cold like ice and snow on a n-gg- soul
for bricks or snow, n-gg-s will f-ck you like a dirty hoe
kick yo’ door and put and your babies on the floor
see you in public f-ck who with you let the thang go
a n-gg- tell you don’t let business turn personal
f-ck what they say cause for gram a n-gg- hurtin’ you
n-gg-s out here hurtin’ fool
nothing is for free mayne
f-ckin’ with the game
that’s how that sh-t be mayne

[hook]

[verse 3: 8 ball]
i was torn this b-tch came from the streets i was born
p-ssy like a little kitty back yellow as corn
i don’t go around poppin’ sh-t wit’ n-gg-s who talkin’
them n-gg-s ain’t talkin’ no more
closed coffin
not often do you see a n-gg- loyal as i
like that boy from bed-stuy n-gg- ready to die
for my bread and them n-gg-s that considered me family
hold it down mayne i got you til we up there wit’ granny

[verse 4: mjg]
cause as soon as i start writing
i start going through physical
deeper into my spiritual
i’m so f-ckin’ lyrical
mjg the realest the truth the definition
just call me the compet-tion
i’m still stomping and pimpin’
i’m still working with diddy, still f-ck wit the hood
i got the key to the city, the streets is all good
my leather is all wood, my gun is still secluded
i’m still hoping and praying to god i don’t use it

[hook – until fade]
[p. diddy – talking]

- 8ball mjg

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