Chorus (2x)
We started the shit and we gonand' finish the shit!
Mjg:
Riding down the strip on a trip in my and'ham sammich
Started this shit and iand'm gonand' finish yes i am dammit
We gonna slam it down like to hit it here its shitted
Here its time for them niggas in memphis tenn to get deep within it
How deep? shit the devil stay right down the street
And why you mad? the rebels tied a brother by his feet
For what, for what i donand't know they tied him to a pickup truck
Then posted up and down like they didnand't really give a fuck
I get rid of bigots with bad racial equalities
Bust back at kkkand's who try to follow me
These hollowties saving my ass in crucial situations
Any other tactics i need, i use imagination
Iand'm ten steps ahead of your ass type of nigga
Shit that i already know you try to figure
Give up, put your ship up, donand't try to sail
Donand't you see we got this shit built up, canand't pry a nail
In my foundation my sound making too many bump all out the trunk
Get crunk and blow blunts and buck jump
Ainand't no luck chump we come intentional with this dope shit
Using a pen or a pencil back when i wrote this
Space age, feel it perculatinand' but all this hurt and hatinand'
Still keep on bringing people back to old situations
I change the stations but they playing the same list
We started the shit and we gonand' finish the shit
Chorus (4x)
Eightball:
Mental battlescars polluting my cranium
Watered down fake niggas iand'm draining and'em and training and'em
Claiming them suave house niggas to the dirt bitch
Cross the family and you gonand' find yourself gettin hurt, bitch
Peices all in a nigga mind it ainand't reality
Fuck reconciliation, niggas donand't want no unity
Born dyin every minute death is closer to me
Its like iand'm in a movie, except iand'm feeling everything
Pain when another motherfucker try to touch me
Anger when a petty player faker try to fuck me
8-b-a-double l, fat m-a-c
Nice with a mic and i donand't think you wanna fuck with me
Love head doctors and i donand't mean a psyciatrist
Bitches with that lip grip tighter than a gorilla fist
Pimp shit, 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 niggas to bitches
I was born in the war zone fought for everything i got
Learned about my hustle, nigga worked and made the shit hot
Hoes started jockin niggas, boppin like they bitches too
Other niggas mad cause they only sold a tape or two
Fuck what you heard nigga fuck who you be
Suave got the hookup cause suave got the cheese nigga
Chorus (8x)
