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8Ball & MJG

So What U Sayin'

 

So What U Sayin'

(albüm: On The Outside Looking In - 1994)


[Rodney Ellis:]
Hoo…hey, listen baby, oh no no, oh
Hey, listen baby, hoo…

[MJG:]
MJ-fucking-G and I'll still be a fucking victim
Stick them, things into the air and then I pick them
Punks who, thought that they could catch me on the creep tip
Three slip, quickly when I unloaded my 9 clip
As I tip slowly to my muh-fucking Lexus
Next it's trouble for a nigga down in Texas
Check this: police pull me over on the highway
Why they, jack me up, I don't know, so I act and I stay
Heartless toward the muthafucking system
Get them devils out the office then I trick them
Suckas, crackers musta thought I was a cookie, rookie
Cop got dropped when he took the notion
That he could fuck with me, it was a dream
A pump or, something in his hand made him run up, sun up
A Klansmember really got me fucked up, plus us
Black folks ain't going for that stuff, nigga, so what you saying

[Rodney Ellis:]
Money (ho, so much money) and bitches (and bitches, baby)
Candy paint (candy paint) and switches (and switches)
Top let down, and I'm sky high (and I'm sky high, baby)
So what'cha saying, nigga? I'ma get by

[Eightball:]
Hell yeah, a real nigga, straight from the streets of the Mound
With nappy hair and gold teeth shining under my crown
And I must pack the fat bud sack
And my gat for the niggas who don't know how to act
Fuck that, gotta be a rebel in the 9-4
Hell is waiting for me, but I refuse to go
Cops try to treat me just like Rodney
Pull a nigga over but they did not see the Uzi
What must I do, should I blast on the 5-O?
Then I'll be another black man on death row
Sitting in my cell asking God for forgiveness
God will forgive me, but crackers won't forgive this
Black nigga taught to kill by the white man
Television got me wanting to live like the white man
So I take a look around my neighborhood
Liquor stores and pawn shops covering every block

[Rodney Ellis:]
Money (ho, so much money) and bitches
Candy paint (love my paint job) and switches
Top let down, and I'm sky high (so high, so high)
So what'cha saying, nigga? I'ma get by

[MJG:]
Guess I'm a thug with the mind of a pimp plus the heart of a hustler
Trust a, dollar and my momma, fuck a busta
Must a, sucka get noid in my presence
Hell yeah, bitch, I got the thug type of essence
Plus I, underestimate just how I rough I
Can hit when I'm mixed up in all type of shit
I'm a community outcast, and I'm causing lots of trouble
So call them fucking folks on the double
But a couple of badge-wearing bitches ain't gon' stop me
Drop the, bombs on your muthafucking ass when I pop the
Pins out these 20-inch grenades
And spray, your ass in the past when you play
Yourself tryna level with a giant, a chiefer
Constantly chiefing hay a.k.a. potent reefer
Teach a, older bitch a newer trick and keep a
Hustle on my mind all the time, nigga, so what you saying

[Rodney Ellis:]
Money (money, baby) and bitches (oh, and bitches)
Candy paint (candy paint) and switches (oh, and switches)
Top let down, and I'm sky high (so high, so high)
So what'cha saying, nigga? I'ma get by (get by, baby)

[Eightball:]
Eightball and MJG on this funky funky rec
Mark ass niggas get checked when they disrespect
Pimping at its finest from the heart of Memphis, Tennessee
Busta muthafuckas need to open their eyes and look at the
World as I see it, but to me, a nigga never will
Comprehend through the message that I send, which is real
Niggas like me from the M-O-U-N-D
We just smoke and try to meditate, avoiding those who player hate
Real niggas have to carry gas when it's necessary
Players haters planning to jack me, I'll have to wet ya
Bet ya, rappers who be talking all that tough shit
Front them hoes like men and watch 'em fold like a punk bitch
Weak ass niggas get raised in the studio
Fucking around with me, I'm tryna put you in a grave, hoe
Pray no nigga wants to this step mack pimp in this
The South Click, so what you saying, bitch?

[Rodney Ellis:]
Money (money, money, money) and bitches (oh, and bitches)
Candy paint (oh, I love my paint job) and switches (oh, and switches)
Top let down, and I'm sky high (so high, so high)
So what'cha saying, nigga? I'ma get by (I'ma get by)

Oh, I've got so much money
Hey, baby

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