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8 Ball & MJG (Chiraq Freestyle)

Album: Straight Outta Harlem Durasi: 2:12

Gift of God

Uh, uh, uh

East side shit nigga

Got a young nigga that's down to

Ride for a homicide when it's drama time

I was uptown like Mama's Pride

No Miss Smith, I seen a lot of pies (pies)

.45 in my back pocket, got four nines in my trap rocking (rocking)

Young shooter got a black rocket

Look for the D's, they're Cam's in watch (watch)

Ga-Gave a dope fiend just a couple grams

Let me hold his crib for a whole week (facts)

Running round with the same niggas

You don't know niggas, nigga don't speak (sh)

Gassed up, but you running out

Niggas run they mouth like a slow leak (uh)

She was gaining weight while she was with you

Bitch fuck with me, she pro'ly won't eat (ha)

M-My lil' nigga doing seven straight

With good behavior, that's at least five (Charlie)

Riding around with that piece on me

I ain't never throwing up no peace sign (brrrrr)

Each time I'm tryna recline I know the street's mine

I ain't gotta stress (no)

Talking money, you could get robbed

That's a tit job, she ain't got no chest

Pop-Pop-Popper shit and you ain't got no vest,

You ain't got no gun and you ain't 'bout that life

I got a hunnit niggas on the east side (east side)

[?] ain't no time to fight

Plum porsche, my cousin up north

I done wrote that nigga all kind of [?]

Shook nines, I got a crook mind

No good times, just dynamite

H-H-Harlem nigga 'till I'm under earth

See thirty clips hanging under shirts (thirty)

Spanish bitch, and she love to squirt

No nine to five, but I love to work

Ree-Reebok on my footwear, I never look scared

You could die tonight (die)

Thirty goons rolling in the club,

Nigga take a chance like he Bobby Knight

Star-Starving out, might take dinner,

Head spinning like I sniff paint thinner

Summer baby, might shake winter

If you not hating, get this cake with us (get it)

Keep eating 'till my plate finished

Got older women, they was Mase bitches (ha)

Bodies drop when that case spitting

Cool grey 11's, all grey linen ([?])

.50 cal' with a rubber grip (50)

My cousin blood, and his brother crip ([?])

Connect called, that's another flip

Time to book a flight for another trip

Flow like water, your daughter love me

I was in the trap, me and all the cutties

Mad at me, I fuck all their buddies

They know I hit, still all them love me (lighter)

(Hook)

Cocaine by the eight ball

Knocking MJG and 8Ball

Light that kush, I take off

Don't fuck with me, that's they loss