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letra de do you really (f- mjg) - eightball

[eightball talking]
yeah it’s time to get crunked up in this b-tch
you know what i’m talkin about
yeah. eightball & mjg, for my real n-gg-z
layin it down (“eightball, mjg”) for all my real n-gg-z
yeah. (“eightball.”) uhh. (“mjg.”)
let’s get it crunk up in this b-tch (“eightball.”)
where ya at? (“mjg.”)
where ya at huh? where ya at huh?
where ya at? where ya at huh? . (“eightball, mjg”)
this for all them. real gangsta–ss n-gg-
yeah. for all them real, gangsta–ss b-tches
yaknowhamsayin? my brothers gettin money out here yaknowhamsayin?
(“eightball, mjg you know we can’t be touched”)
real underground lovin muh’f-ckers (“eightball”)
get the club buck (“eightball, mjg you know we can’t be touched”)
yaknahmtalkinbout? yeah, yeah.

[mjg]
mj, g up in yo sh-t like some toilet paper
get fresh wit me n-gg- i’ma spoil it later
you’ll float backside up in a swamp of gators
then youse a snack-sized n-gg-, formerly a hater

[eightball]
heavyweighters, street poetry creators
double-barrel blast for you pimp game perpetrators
cain’t touch us, i know you wanna be us
fake–ss rappers can’t f-ck wit what we bust

[hook]
whoa! – do you really wanna get crunk?
heyy! – do you really wanna get buck?
whoa! – do you really wanna get crunk?
heyy! – all my players, all my gangstas
whoa! – do you really wanna get crunk?
heyy! – do you really wanna get buck?
whoa! – do you really wanna get crunk?
heyy! – all my hustlers, all my grinders

[eightball]
roll through, one deep, heat in the waistband
jealous–ss n-gg-z might try and touch a made man
crazy rap fans, followin my rap van
wanna get a hug, wanna shake a playa hand
smoke somethin, i’m a fiend for the sticky green
my whole team keep it clean like a pinky ring
hardcore like a scene in cabrini green
plenty green get a young n-gg- anything
excursion, escalade with the big rims

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denim suits, soulja rag with my gold timbs
poppin pills like a n-gg- eatin m&m’s
shoppin deals at the table wit the best of them
leave the rest of them, way in the back
weak–ss rappers get smoked like a sack
fat boy did that, didn’t n-body help me
mj to the g

[mjg]
do you really wanna get buck?
then tell the truth, i don’t give a f-ck
each day is a blessin, i’ma live it up
put ya best south fit in the cleaner
(da-da-dun-da-dunnn) hit the h-rn like leana
i never seen a, party crunker than the one i’m in
b-tch pullin contest we done won again
we hit the scene all the women start swarmin in
i feel like i died, went to heaven and born again
pimp tight, mj f-ckin g
deathwish meant for anybody touchin me
i’ma hit the dancefloor with a att-tude
who’s the killer now? tell me who’s the badder dude?
who’s the one who ain’t afraid to let the bullets fly?
if you know you ain’t gon’ use it, why you pull it why?
do you really wanna kill me and do time?
and leave ya kids and ya girlfriend left behind?

[hook]

[mjg]
do you really wanna hit the sauna, with some b-tches and marijuana?
sailboats offa the beaches of california
getcha game tighter as a fist and the ice that’s on it
y’all ain’t crunker than us, ghetto performers
street roamers, still keepin the heat on us
corner on a nice day, n-gg- just thought i’d warn ya
eightball and mjg, we the buckest
dope sh-t n-gg-, roll us up in the duchess

[eightball]
one of the hardest n-gg-z that you will ever meet
two of the hardest n-gg-z to bust over beats
it’s all real, never fantasy or incomplete
incomplete emcees just can’t compete
hear defeat, i’m elite when i grab a sheet
grab a pen and compose what my life hold
f-ck what a n-gg- stole i’ma still roll
fifty deep, fifty feet from you weak hoes

[hook to fade]

- eightball

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