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8ball mjg - we started this lyrics

chorus (2x)
we started the sh-t, and we gon’ finish the sh-t!

mjg:

riding down the strip on a trip in my ‘ham sammich
started this sh-t and i’m gon’ finish yes i am dammit
we gonna slam it down like to hit it, here its sh-tted
here its time for them n-gg-s in memphis, tenn to get deep within it
how deep? sh-t the devil stay right down the street
and why you mad? the rebels tied a brother by his feet
for what, for what i don’t know they tied him to a pickup truck
then posted up and down like they didn’t really give a f–k
i get rid of bigots with bad racial equalities
bust back at kkk’s who try to follow me
these hollowties saving my -ss in crucial situations
any other tactics i need, i use imagination
i’m ten steps ahead of your -ss type of n-gg-
sh-t that i already know you try to figure
give up, put your ship up, don’t try to sail
don’t you see we got this sh-t built up, can’t pry a nail
in my foundation my sound making too many b-mp all out the trunk
get crunk and blow blunts and buck jump
ain’t no luck chump we come intentional with this dope sh-t
using a pen or a pencil back when i wrote this
sp-ce age, feel it perculatin’ but all this hurt and hatin’
still keep on bringing people back to old situations
i change the stations but they playing the same list
we started the sh-t and we gon’ finish the sh-t

chorus (4x)

eightball:

mental battlescars polluting my cranium
watered down fake n-gg-s i’m draining ’em and training ’em
claiming them suave house n-gg-s to the dirt b-tch
cross the family and you gon’ find yourself gettin hurt, b-tch
peices all in a n-gg- mind it ain’t reality
f–k reconciliation, n-gg-s don’t want no unity
born dyin every minute death is closer to me
its like i’m in a movie, except i’m feeling everything
pain when another motherf–ker try to touch me
anger when a petty player faker try to f–k me
8-b-a-double l, fat m-a-c
nice with a mic and i don’t think you wanna f–k with me
love head doctors and i don’t mean a psyciatrist
b-tches with that lip grip tighter than a gorilla fist
pimp sh-t, when is everybody gonna learn
pimps and gangstas make the universe turn
poverty with the right amount of hustle turns to riches
but wrong situations turn hard n-gg-s to b-tches
i was born in the war zone fought for everything i got
learned about my hustle, n-gg- worked and made the sh-t hot
hoes started jockin n-gg-s, boppin like they b-tches too
other n-gg-s mad cause they only sold a tape or two
f–k what you heard n-gg- f–k who you be
suave got the hookup cause suave got the cheese n-gg-

chorus (8x)

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