8Ball, MJG - Do You Really? lyrics

Yeah it's time to get crunked
Up in this bitch
You know what I'm talkin about
Yeah eightball & MJG, for my real niggas
Layin it down
("Eightball, MJG") for all my real niggas
Yeah ("Eightball") Uhh ("MJG")
Let's get it crunk up in this bitch
("Eightball") where ya at? ("MJG")
Where ya at huh? Where ya at huh?
Where ya at? Where ya at huh?
("Eightball, MJG")
This for all them real gangsta-ass nigga
Yeah for all them real, gangsta-ass bitches
Yaknowhamsayin? My brothers gettin money
Out here yaknowhamsayin?
("Eightball, MJG you know we
Can't be touched")
Real underground lovin muh'fuckers
("Eightball") get the club buck
("Eightball, MJG you know we
Can't be touched")
Yaknahmtalkinbout? yeah, yeah

MJ, G up in yo shit like some toilet paper
Get fresh wit me nigga I'ma spoil it later
You'll float backside up in a swamp of gators
Then youse a snack-sized nigga
Formerly a hater

Heavyweighters, street poetry creators
Double barrel blast for you
Pimp game perpetrators
Cain't touch us, I know you wanna be us
Fake-ass rappers can't fuck wit what we bust

WHOA! - Do you really wanna get crunk?
HEYY! - Do you really wanna get buck?
WHOA! - Do you really wanna get crunk?
HEYY! - All my players, all my gangstas
WHOA! - Do you really wanna get crunk?
HEYY! - Do you really wanna get buck?
WHOA! - Do you really wanna get crunk?
HEYY! - All my hustlers, all my grinders

Roll through, one deep, heat in the waistband
Jealous-ass niggas might try and
Touch a made man
Crazy rap fans, followin my rap van
Wanna get a hug, wanna shake a playa hand
Smoke somethin
I'm a fiend for the sticky green
My whole team keep it clean like a pinky ring
Hardcore like a scene in Cabrini Green
Plenty green get a young nigga anything
Excursion, Escalade with the big rims
Denim suit's, soulja rag with my gold Timbs
Poppin pills like a nigga eatin M&M's
Shoppin deals at the table wit
The best of them
Leave the rest of them, way in the back
Weak-ass rappers get smoked like a sack
Fat Boy did that, didn't nobody help me
MJ to the G

Do you really wanna get buck?
Then tell the truth, I don't give a fuck
Each day is a blessin, I'ma live it up
Put ya best South fit in the cleaner
(Da da dun da dunnn) Hit the horn like Leana
I never seen a
Party crunker than the one I'm in
Bitch pullin contest we done won again
We hit the scene all the
Women start swarmin in i feel like I died
Went to heaven and born again
Pimp tight, MJ fuckin G
Deathwish meant for anybody touchin me
I'ma hit the dancefloor with a attitude
Who's the killer now? Tell me
Who's the badder dude?
Who's the one who ain't afraid
To let the bullets fly?
If you know you ain't gon' use it
Why you pull it why?
Do you really wanna kill me and do time?
And leave ya kids and
Ya girlfriend left behind?

Do you really wanna hit the sauna
With some bitches and marijuana?
Sailboats offa the beaches of California
Getcha game tighter as a fist and
The ice that's on it
Y'all ain't crunker than us
Ghetto performers
Street roamers, still keepin the heat on us
Corner on a nice day
Nigga just thought I'd warn ya
Eightball and MJG, we the buckest
Dope shit nigga, roll us up in the Duchess

One of the hardest niggas that
You will ever meet
Two of the hardest niggas to bust over beats
It's all real, never fantasy or incomplete
Incomplete emcees just can't compete
Hear defeat, I'm elite when I grab a sheet
Grab a pen and compose what my life hold
Fuck what a nigga stole I'ma still roll
Fifty deep, fifty feet from you weak hoes