Comin’ Out Hard

Lyrics

[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