(feat. P. Diddy)

[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. ah
$#&@ a blind date, oh no, I got to see her
The new millennium poet

Forever show it, can't blow it
If you reap it, you sow it
I, pay my, dues

And it's the rules that I play by
Carry the team like I'm A.I
I used to cook rocks, and hit the block

And gun in the bushes, and money in my sock
%#@!, I had hoes way before I was nationally famous
I was in the hood strapped up good

Watchin' my !@#*
I'm a target splitter
The world strongest man hardest hitter

Even though you hate
I still elevate regardless ^!$$%
Step to us boy, look what you done started

And 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 on
When it's on, you better get your %#@! and be gone
When it's on, it's on, it's on, it's on

When it's on, you better get your %#@! and be gone
When it's on, it's on, it's on, it's on
When it's on, you better get your %#@! and be gone

When it's on, it's on, it's on, it's on
When it's on, you better get your %#@! and be gone


[Verse 2: 8 Ball]
Look, you ^!$$%z play too much mayne
You need to pump yo' brakes

Keep a heater ^!$$% need for them restless snakes
Right in my face caught a case tryin' to defend my space
Dodging snitches police ^!$$%z jumping state to state

What kind of ^!$$% run his mouth and snitch out everybody?
The kind of ^!$$% that's gone end up being a dead body
Yo' wife and children gone be searching for their dear ol' daddy

They found his headless body tied up in a dark alley
It's cold like ice and snow on a ^!$$% soul
For bricks or snow, ^!$$%z will $#&@ you like a dirty hoe

Kick yo' door and put and your babies on the floor
See you in public $#&@ who with you let the thang go
A ^!$$% tell you don't let business turn personal

$#&@ what they say cause for gram a ^!$$% hurtin' you
^!$$%z out here hurtin' fool
Nothing is for free mayne

$#&@in' with the game
That's how that %#@! be mayne


[Hook]

[Verse 3: 8 Ball]

I was torn this (*##$ came from the streets I was born
#~!!@ like a little kitty back yellow as corn
I don't go around poppin' %#@! wit' ^!$$%z who talkin'

Them ^!$$%z ain't talkin' no more
Closed coffin
Not often do you see a ^!$$% loyal as I

Like that boy from Best Eye ^!$$% ready to die
For my bread and them ^!$$%z that considered me family
Hold it down mayne I got you til we up there wit' granny


[Verse 4: MJG]
Cause as soon as I start writing

I start going through physical
Deeper into my spiritual
I'm so $#&@in' lyrical

MJG the realest the truth the definition
Just call me the competition
I'm still stomping and pimpin'
I'm still working with Diddy, still $#&@ wit the hood
I got the key to the city, the streets is all good

My leather is all wood, my gun is still secluded
I'm still hoping and praying to God I don't use it

[Hook: until fade]
[P. Diddy: talking]