So What U Sayin’ - 8Ball & MJG

Hoo… hey, listen baby, oh no no, oh

Hey, listen baby, hoo…

MJ-fucking-G and I’ll still be a fucking victim

Stick them, things into the air and then I pick them

Punks who, thought that they could catch me on the creep tip

Three slip, quickly when I unloaded my 9 clip

As I tip slowly to my muh-fuckin' Lexus

Next it’s trouble for a nigga down in Texas

Check this: police pull me over on the highway

Why they, jack me up, I don’t know, so I act and I stay

Heartless toward the muthafuckin' system

Get them devils out the office then I trick them

Suckas, crackers musta thought I was a cookie, rookie

Cop got dropped when he took the notion

That he could fuck with me, it was a dream

A pump or, somethin' in his hand made him run up, sun up

A Klansmember really got me fucked up, plus us

Black folks ain’t goin' for that stuff, nigga, so what you sayin'

Money (ho, so much money) and bitches (and bitches, baby)

Candy paint (candy paint) and switches (and switches)

Top let down, and I’m sky high (and I’m sky high, baby)

So what’cha sayin', nigga?

I’ma get by

Hell yeah, a real nigga, straight from the streets of the Mound

With nappy hair and gold teeth shining under my crown

And I must pack the fat bud sack

And my gat for the niggas who don’t know how to act

Fuck that, gotta be a rebel in the 9−4

Hell is waiting for me, but I refuse to go

Cops try to treat me just like Rodney

Pull a nigga over but they did not see the Uzi

What must I do, should I blast on the 5-O?

Then I’ll be another black man on death row

Sitting in my cell asking God for forgiveness

God will forgive me, but crackers won’t forgive this

Black nigga taught to kill by the white man

Television got me wantin' to live like the white man

So I take a look around my neighborhood

Liquor stores and pawn shops covering every block

Money (ho, so much money) and bitches

Candy paint (love my paint job) and switches

Top let down, and I’m sky high (so high, so high)

So what’cha sayin', nigga?

I’ma get by

Guess I’m a thug with the mind of a pimp plus the heart of a hustler

Trust a, dollar and my momma, fuck a busta

Must a, sucka get noid in my presence

Hell yeah, bitch, I got the thug type of essence

Plus I, underestimate just how I rough I

Can hit when I’m mixed up in all type of shit

I’m a community outcast, and I’m causing lots of trouble

So call them fuckin' folks on the double

But a couple of badge-wearing bitches ain’t gon' stop me

Drop the, bombs on your muthafuckin' ass when I pop the

Pins out these 20-inch grenades

And spray, your ass in the past when you play

Yourself tryna level with a giant, a chiefer

Constantly chiefin' hay a.k.a. potent reefer

Teach a, older bitch a newer trick and keep a

Hustle on my mind all the time, nigga, so what you sayin'

Money (money, baby) and bitches (oh, and bitches)

Candy paint (candy paint) and switches (oh, and switches)

Top let down, and I’m sky high (so high, so high)

So what’cha sayin', nigga?

I’ma get by (get by, baby)

Eightball and MJG on this funky funky rec

Mark ass niggas get checked when they disrespect

Pimpin' at its finest from the heart of Memphis, Tennessee

Busta muthafuckas need to open their eyes and look at the

World as I see it, but to me, a nigga never will

Comprehend through the message that I send, which is real

Niggas like me from the M-O-U-N-D

We just smoke and try to meditate, avoiding those who player hate

Real niggas have to carry gas when it’s necessary

Players haters planning to jack me, I’ll have to wet ya

Bet ya, rappers who be talking all that tough shit

Front them hoes like men and watch ‘em fold like a punk bitch

Weak ass niggas get raised in the studio

Fuckin' around with me, I’m tryna put you in a grave, hoe

Pray no nigga wants to this step mack pimp in this

The South Click, so what you sayin', bitch?

Money (money, money, money) and bitches (oh, and bitches)

Candy paint (oh, I love my paint job) and switches (oh, and switches)

Top let down, and I’m sky high (so high, so high)

So what’cha sayin', nigga?

I’ma get by (I'ma get by)

Oh, I’ve got so much money

Hey, baby