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letra de so what u sayin - 8ball & mjg

[intro: rodney ellis]
hoo…hey, listen baby, oh no no, oh
hey, listen baby, hoo…

[verse 1: mjg]
mj-f-cking-g and i’ll still be a f-cking 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-f-ckin’ lexus
next it’s trouble for a n-gga 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 m-th-f-ckin’ 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 f-ck with me, it was a dream
a pump or, somethin’ in his hand made him run up, sun up
a klansmember really got me f-cked up, plus us
black folks ain’t goin’ for that stuff, n-gga, so what you sayin’

[chorus: rodney ellis]
money (ho, so much money) and b-tches (and b-tches, 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 sayin’, n-gga? i’ma get by

[verse 2: eightball]
h-ll yeah, a real n-gga, straight from the streets of the mound
with nappy hair and gold t–th shining under my crown
and i must pack the fat bud sack
and my gat for the n-ggas who don’t know how to act
f-ck that, gotta be a rebel in the 9-4
h-ll is waiting for me, but i refuse to go
cops try to treat me just like rodney
pull a n-gga 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 n-gga taught to k!ll by the white man
television got me wantin’ to live like the white man
so i take a look around my neighborhood
liquor stores and p-wn shops covering every block

[chorus: rodney ellis]
money (ho, so much money) and b-tches
candy paint (love my paint job) and switches
top let down, and i’m sky high (so high, so high)
so what’cha sayin’, n-gga? i’ma get by

[verse 3: mjg]
guess i’m a thug with the mind of a pimp plus the heart of a hustler
trust a, dollar and my momma, f-ck a busta
must a, sucka get noid in my presence
h-ll yeah, b-tch, 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 sh-t
i’m a community outcast, and i’m causing lots of trouble
so call them f-ckin’ folks on the double
but a couple of badge-wearing b-tches ain’t gon’ stop me
drop the, bombs on your m-th-f-ckin’ -ss when i pop the
pins out these 20-inch grenades
and spray, your -ss in the past when you play
yourself tryna level with a giant, a chiefer
constantly chiefin’ hay a.k.a. potent reefer
teach a, older b-tch a newer trick and keep a
hustle on my mind all the time, n-gga, so what you sayin’

[chorus: rodney ellis]
money (money, baby) and b-tches (oh, and b-tches)
candy paint (candy paint) and switches (oh, and switches)
top let down, and i’m sky high (so high, so high)
so what’cha sayin’, n-gga? i’ma get by (get by, baby)

[verse 4: 8ball]
eightball and mjg on this funky funky rec
mark -ss n-ggas get checked when they disrespect
pimpin’ at its finest from the heart of memphis, tennessee
busta m-th-f-ckas need to open their eyes and look at the
world as i see it, but to me, a n-gga never will
comprehend through the message that i send, which is real
n-ggas like me from the m-o-u-n-d
we just smoke and try to meditate, avoiding those who player hate
real n-ggas 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 sh-t
front them hoes like men and watch ‘em fold like a punk b-tch
weak -ss n-ggas get raised in the studio
f-ckin’ around with me, i’m tryna put you in a grave, hoe
pray no n-gga wants to this step mack pimp in this
the south cl!ck, so what you sayin’, b-tch?

[chorus: rodney ellis]
money (money, money, money) and b-tches (oh, and b-tches)
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 sayin’, n-gga? i’ma get by (i’ma get by)

[outro: rodney ellis]
oh, i’ve got so much money
hey, baby

- 8ball mjg

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