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Текст песни 8 Ball and MJG f P. Diddy - When It`s On

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[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. ahFuck a blind date, oh no, I got to see herThe new millennium poetForever show it, can`t blow itIf you reap it, you sow itI, pay my, duesAnd it`s the rules that I play byCarry the team like I`m A.II used to cook rocks, and hit the blockAnd gun in the bushes, and money in my sockShit, I had hoes way before I was nationally famousI was in the hood strapped up goodWatchin` my anusI`m a target splitterThe world strongest man hardest hitterEven though you hateI still elevate regardless niggaStep to us boy, look what you done startedAnd we don`t even care that your arsenal be the largest[Hook: 8 Ball & MJG, P. Diddy]When it`s on, it`s on, it`s on, it`s onWhen it`s on, you better get your shit and be goneWhen it`s on, it`s on, it`s on, it`s onWhen it`s on, you better get your shit and be goneWhen it`s on, it`s on, it`s on, it`s onWhen it`s on, you better get your shit and be goneWhen it`s on, it`s on, it`s on, it`s onWhen it`s on, you better get your shit and be gone[Verse 2: 8 Ball]Look, you niggaz play too much mayneYou need to pump yo` brakesKeep a heater nigga need for them restless snakesRight in my face caught a case tryin` to defend my spaceDodging snitches police niggaz jumping state to stateWhat kind of nigga run his mouth and snitch out everybody?The kind of nigga that`s gone end up being a dead bodyYo` wife and children gone be searching for their dear ol` daddyThey found his headless body tied up in a dark alleyIt`s cold like ice and snow on a nigga soulFor bricks or snow, niggaz will fuck you like a dirty hoeKick yo` door and put and your babies on the floorSee you in public fuck who with you let the thang goA nigga tell you don`t let business turn personalFuck what they say cause for gram a nigga hurtin` youNiggaz out here hurtin` foolNothing is for free mayneFuckin` with the gameThat`s how that shit be mayne[Hook][Verse 3: 8 Ball]I was torn this bitch came from the streets I was bornPussy like a little kitty back yellow as cornI don`t go around poppin` shit wit` niggaz who talkin`Them niggaz ain`t talkin` no moreClosed coffinNot often do you see a nigga loyal as ILike that boy from Best Eye nigga ready to dieFor my bread and them niggaz that considered me familyHold it down mayne I got you til we up there wit` granny[Verse 4: MJG]Cause as soon as I start writingI start going through physicalDeeper into my spiritualI`m so fuckin` lyricalMJG the realest the truth the definitionJust call me the competitionI`m still stomping and pimpin`I`m still working with Diddy, still fuck wit the hoodI got the key to the city, the streets is all goodMy leather is all wood, my gun is still secludedI`m still hoping and praying to God I don`t use it[Hook - until fade][P. Diddy - talking]

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