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[Verse 1: MJG] Here it is, drop the bass, got the pimps in the place Pull the ladies through their gravy, shoot the scotch in their face MJG, a rhyme writer with a passion for poetry Whatever I write about, young trick, I must know of the Subject I be writin' for the public, I don't deny, cuss words I use is of the truth can be heard in my rhymes I'm droppin' the lyrics like a dime, so don't step to me With two cent trash, or your D-I-E Quickly, I reach for my chicken and I roll it up Smoke it up, and reach for another as I choke it up Anxiously, talkin' slow ways with the B-U-D Fly with me, and let the chicken mess up your memory MJG, I'm doin' it with the quickness of Tennessee And of the, Mound, and get a dose of the enemy O-R-G-A-N-I-C-E-D, will forever be Straight for me, the beat, the stage, the crowd, and the M-I-C 8Ball, the fat mack is here to back me up, slack me up Aand once he grab the mic, he be actin' up Reckon, while I'm checkin' all the suckers on my system Tip, you're listenin' to the lyrics of a pimp [Chorus: LL COOL J] Roll me up and puff me, and then I'll anoint (He-he-hey) Roll me up and puff me, and then I'll anoint (He-he-hey) Roll me up and puff me, and then I'll anoint (He-he-hey) Roll me up and puff me, and then I'll anoint (He-he-hey) Roll me up and puff me, and then I'll anoint (He-he-hey) Roll-roll me up and puff me (He-he-hey) [Interlude: MJG] Oh yeah, we got 8Ball, the fat mack, the legacy Doin' it for the girlies in Tennessee Yo, 8Ball [Verse 2: 8Ball] I'm the lyric dropper, the Joe-stopper, the sucker popper I'm kickin' it with my roadie, MJG-ah, the MC-ah The master of ceremonies, the phonies are included The suckers better run with the hustlers intruding Your neighbor's a quickie stickie, C.A. Bollie's large The Bud Smoker, the one that's dope for deaf or the hard Don't step across this piff line, my category is defined As being a hustler and my territory just became a rhyme From the mind of an orange mouth veteran Take out a sucker then go and look him for another one Blaze the laser, man, that go my pager It must be your wife, that's right, I already Hit it twice See, I'm the Fat Macca, the sucker attacker I'm kickin' it with my rollies and we might smoke a sack-a See, my name is A-Ball, I walk with the lip You're listenin' to the lyrics of a Pill And now I'm finna step up to the microphone It's my homeboy the MJ G, you know what I'm sayin'? So MJ G, where's that? The sound of a boom is hittin' your heart like an avalanche Easy to explain, I'm insane, I'm a bad man Wraped in the mound, not a clown, so don't play with me, easily I get tipped off in your D.I.E. W.A.G The young black brother who pimply, rap game Ain't got to make it clear that I'm havin' things, never changed I just ain't the one to be sellin' out, yellin' out Some trash that you don't wanna hear about this wide stride Keepin' my backgrounds alive on the radio And put on the street image stage show When I flow, I might throw an image that's crazy If you made me, your opinion might phase me And you didn't, so I would assume that you keep them G All to yourself, what your thoughts are supposed to be Listen to the bass, keep the snare in a flash With a flash to forever last my rhyme that moves fast It's Quince, who just stole my old lady pocket book Juke, when you hear my hard rhyme, pass me a book of tops And let me get high as a raindrop When I start kickin' chicken, tell me why I gotta stop I ain't so witness my Memphis Pimp-ology Don't like chicken when I smoke it, don't follow me Hard black brother with a curl and a real limp You're witness to the lyrics of a pimp