Listen To The Lyrics -Remix 2000

[Verse 1: MJG]
Here it is drop the bass
Got the pimps in the place
Pull the ladies do they crazy shit
Throw scotch in they face
MJG a rhyme writer with a passion for poetry
Whatever I write about, young trick, I must know the
Subject I be writing for the public I don’t deny
Cuss words I use them so the truth can be heard
In my rhymes I’m droppin dope lyrics like a dime
So don’t step to me with 2 cent trash or ya D-I-E
Quickly
& reach for my chicken & roll it up, smoke it up
& reach for another as I choke it up
Anxiously
Cause that’s the way it is with the B-U-D
Fly with me
& let the chicken mess up your memory
MJG I’m rolling with the quickness in Tennessee
In the Mound & get a dose of the enemy
O-R-G-A-N-I-Z-E-D will for ever be
Straight for me
The beat, the stage, the crowd & the M-I-C
8Ball the Fat Mack is here to back me up
Slack me up & once he grab the mic he be actin up
Breakin while I’m checkin all these suckas on my steel tip
Your listenin to the lyrics of a pimp

[Chorus] (x4)
Pimp, Mack, hustler, player
Piiimp Mack

[MJG]
Ahh yeah we got 8Ball the Fat Mack the Legacy doin it for all the girlies in Tennessee
Yo 8Ball kick it

[Verse 2: 8Ball]
I’m the lyric dropper, The show stopper
The sucka popper
I’m kickin it with my roadie MJG of the MC-a
The master of ceremony the phonies are included
The suckers better run with the hustlers & [?]
Ya neighborhood [?]
See 8Ball is [?] The bud smoker
The one that go [?] hard
Don’t step on the pimp line
My category is defined & bein a hustler in my territory just became a rhyme
Of the mind of an Orange Mound veteren
Take out suckas and go out lookin for another one
Blazed and laser man there go my pager

[8Ball & MJG]
It must be yo wife cause we already hit her twice

[8Ball]
See I’m the Fat Mack-a, The sucka attack-a
I’m kickin it with my roadies & we might smoke a sack-a
See my name is 8Ball, I walk with the limp
You’re listening to the lyrics of a pimp

[Chorus] (x4)

[8Ball]
& now finna step up to the microphone is my homeboy the M the J to the G
Ya know what I’m sayin?
So MJG where it’s at?

[Verse 3: MJG]
The sound of the boom is hitting ya hard like an avalanche
Easy to explain I’m the saying I’m a bad man
Raised in the Mound, not a clown, so don’t play with me
Easily I get 10 thou then you D-I-E
MJG the young black brother who’s pimpin the rap game ain’t got to make it clear that I’m having thangs
Never change
I just ain’t the one that be selling out
Yellin’ out some trash that you don’t wanna hear about
Which is why I try keeping my backgrounds alive on the radio
& put on the street & the stage show
When I flow I might throw an image that’s crazy
If you made me your opinion might phase me
& you did so I would assume that you keep em G all to yourself whereo hv your thoughts are supposed to be
Listen to the bass kick the snare
In a flash will forever with a blast that’ll forever last my rhymes that move fast
This Crook that just stole an old lady pocketbook
Pass me a book
At times Let me get high as a raindrop
When I start kickin chicken Tell me why I gotta stop
I ain’t So witness my Memphis pimpology
Don’t like chicken when I smoke don’t follow me
Hard black brother with a curl & a real limp
Your witnessing the lyrics of a pimp

[Chorus] (x4)