as fuck feeling like a Murder & Killa, witness i'm on the defense like Johnny Cochran, NOW GIVE UP YO THANGS MISTA, before this glock hit the proper spot, blocks on
I got to have you But what will this lead to? Will it just be me and you? Tell me.... you know I want you Tell me how you feel.... [Verse One: MJG]
Joe can hit em Real about this playa shit, Suave came deeper than the ocean Lip on hay, hit me wit the potion, floatin Cloud nine is beneath me Niggas can't see Eightball
[Chorus: x2] Hey MJ, G MJG and 8Ball (8Ball) On top of the world [Verse 1:] Uh, Let me drop it on the one It's the fat mac don't Like an 8Ball, that