The Player Way (feat. 8Ball & MJG) - Mase

[Chorus] Look at the grill [4x] [2x] This for my niggaz with the bank roles (look at the grill on my pimp mobile) This for my niggaz with the pretty cars (look at the grill on my pimp mobile) This for my niggaz who got all the hoes (look at the grill on my pimp mobile) This for my niggaz who don't give a fuck (look at the grill on my pimp mobile) [T.I.] (Hey! Grand hustle Bad Boy south lets ride nigga) Chevy super clean, two or three screens Watch a nigga be to the left I lean 50 karats in the crown, niggaz no more sceam Just to let you sucker niggaz know I'm the king This green I smoke we call it drow Its dead-liest from memphis Tenn You see my folk we ain't no joke Don't turn this into a murder scene I'm paranoid, tone misquoted Should not since my early teens But I'm drop that note, grab me under sixteen You can bring all the niggaz you want to bring Hey! I thought you were running things All you did was run the screens Must be out his mind thinking' the steel won't touch him See it on the bush let it burn like Usher Click, click, bang you can end the discussion Ain't shit sweet cause I seen you unpleasant I steal would spray broad day ain't nothing The lilac one AK doing something I'm immuned to the drama Act a fool if you wanna Lean in my pocket, 40 calb by the stomach He acting' like he want it, I'm show a nigga somethin Somebody phinna to have put (##*^%) I don't tolerate suckas who be trying me Take a special kind of nigga to defies me Similar to 8ball and MJG been coming that hard since 93 Niggaz know, ain't no out shinning me I've been the G you're trying' to be I mob with gorillas, squaders and robbers And killers true niggaz gonna ride me [Chorus (2x)] [Twista] Take a look at my wheels, rolling through the south Still spinning and I'm still smoking heavy Look at both of my grills, my motherfucking mouth Looking just like the rims on the chevy Pimp twist I'm a playa still, ballin' in the game come major bills Come and take a trip with me to hater Ville On some 24 omegas and gator grill Fuck a twist. fuck you bitch I don't really wanna have to bust you bitch Roman gold shine so hard Niggaz out here know they can't touch that shit I don't trip, niggaz pull up I be lookin' proud when I bust that dutch Specially when I look at the mac in the black Cadillac And the bubbles in the hummer truck When you see a nigga cruise through Niggaz try to jack you and loose my coop is by the kennel wheels Mother fucker wanna take my style Cause niggaz out here know I'm only fucking with the bonnet grills And the haters wanna see me fall How can I let y'all niggaz play me Shited on their good then I pull up From my vehicle while bumpin' 8 Ball MJG Twista bitch and I from the shy With my memphis connect and I ain't going' lie We be specializing in and up coming with dope shit And pulling up in cool whips that's fly Still drink, still blow, then I creep through the hood real slow While I bump kamikaze shit, while I scream look at my grill hoe [Chorus (2x)] [8ball] Old grill smile, wiling out up in the VIP The club close at five 'o'clock, we pulling up around three Wood grain wheel gripping, Cinderella sipping I like my jewelry golden like a piece of fried chicken Money players is demon like I'm willy beaming Like a bitch that practice sucking dick and drinking semen She sceaming dreaming, wishing she can be my number one Forever young, mama I just wanna' to have some fun [MJG] Don't try to ever take my cash from me You mine as well, jump of a cliff you fucking crash dummy Like that's my last money This for my niggaz who be bussin' back to perpetrators We don't discriminate, we'll hurt now hurt you later But I ain't worried, I smoke one on you fucking haters And I'm hidding gators on the refrigerator Down south memphis Tenn. pimpin' gotta rep it The third I did, that nigga rugg, boy that nigga pimpin [Chorus (2x)]

Pimpin hoes was some shit that came easy to a playa Cause ain't no way in hell a bitch could get me to a bail And how in the fuck I'll ever make some money if I'm pail My hoes sell pussy at the party for the mayor 400 for the chewin, 100 for the mackin 1, 000 for the fucking, 200 for the jackin Soon as the day is over, my bitch is checkin in I'ts just like deja vu, again and then again bitch Come on, Wait a minute MR. MJG Do you really think anyone's gonna believe that pimpin shit Huh, I guess not Haven't you heard, that pimpin shit is dead Bitch chill, Hold up, you got a pimp fucked up Can't help it cause you don't know, ain't my fault that you stuck up Ya parents didn't teach ya, the streets didn't reach ya I'm makin easy money from the judge and the preacher The mayor likes the bitches cause they beat him with a chain The judge and the preacher love to hear dirty thangs The governor was first on the bitch payin list He busted a nut soon as the bitches touched his dick Comin out smooth, livin like a pimpsta Gotta flee the bitches and they all call me mista fat mac Pimp tight, what the fuck you wanna do? See me in the streets, sweep 'em off and down you and your crew Gotta be ruthless, smackin hoes toothless Suckas gettin dropped when I'm poppin with the glock bitch And the niggaz that hide cap and act like hoes When they see the 93 with the switches and the voes Eightball, tell the truth How yo fat ass goin be doin all that? Talkin bout pimpin and shootin up niggaz And braggin bout fuckin, what'z up wit that? I'm big as a motherfucker, I don't look fast But I'll jump up quick, and stick my dick in yo ass And for you niggaz that talk shit, don't step too quick You know who got my back, a clip full of hollow tips Tec, 9 millimeter, glock or 22 Mafia style, don't even fuck with the pimpsta crew Bust the yak and pass me that bud sack Cause niggaz with nuts, can't even fuck with the fat mac 25 birds on the counter in the den Nigga gettin bailed cause they go for 5-10 Pot good and hot now I'm lookin for the shaker Water start to bubble sprinkle in the money maker The shit is gettin thick I think my pager just exploded 11 birds left, 13 I just sold it I gotta close shop before it get too fuckin late Hoe sell time sellin birds 12-8 You know you guys really shouldn't be sellin cocaine to other brothers It's killin us all off man I mean how is that supposed to look Makin us look bad The cops work for me cause I keep good stuff And plus the government ain't never paid dem tricks enough And every time a cop bust some dope in the drug rade Feds swangin birds in the hood by the next day While I'm makin money off the shit that I done fronted Nigga fell short, shoot 'em up yeah I done it MJG Pushin real not cut Got the feds in my pocket, and the chief by his nuts Roll a fat bud, smoke the bitch and then I'm chilled Fall off in the club drinkin yak dressed to kill Niggaz that be jealous cause dem hoes be on the jock Don't disrespect my pimpin or you I will have to drop No I don't be playin, what I'm sayin what I speak Some niggaz don't understand then I have to go and teach What Eightball is about and what the future got for me A screw of dead niggaz and a pocket full of grip G Damn, Father just like some niggaz man Dem niggaz ain't goin never be shit Dem niggaz forever gettin fucked up Know what I'm sayin, dem fools was stuck Punk ass niggaz that talk shit can get down on their knees Suave got the hook up cause suave got the cheese And I got the bomb and MJG is in the tank Posessin ya mind and then we blow up the bank Yank yo hoe from the front row, and then jet out When we get to the hotel, your bitch is on the house Fuckin and suckin a pimpsta, fuckin and suckin a pimpsta What, we through, pass me that joint nigg

[MJG] 1 to the muthaf**kin 2 to the muthaf**kin 3 The sound of the boom is sweatin ya hard like a mystery Could It be The pimps could rule the nation in '93' And MJG is gonna start a new race Replace the weak tapes we got in the first place And chase that live on cops quick, out the hood And beat that ass like a cop would real good And keep that bud goin on like the Flinstones And shake them bones when you feel the? comin on See up in the ground, down a hit and lean back Look at ya self and see what I'm sayin is real fat Society lives off what the media tells us And niggaz be joinin up wit the shit that they mail us See pimpin ain't dead yet, see pimpin can pay the rent And pimpin is demonstrated by those in the government The money they send you ain't shit but nickels and dimes And you been stuck in the ghetto since 1979 But it's time to switch it up, unhook it and fix it up Change it and rearrange it, complete and pick it It's a book with hard covers thats packed with ideas We rule the future years Erase the black fears And change the system, step up and dismiss them Tricks from the White House Move in and they move out Now I'm runnin thangs, my workers walk wit a limp My whole staff is bitches and all the judges is pimps If ya weak in the game, thangs are bound to show 'Cause a pimp got a stroke, and a wimp can't flow And I ain't no muthaf**kin fall guy, but Imma try hard To let you know this pimpin ain't gone never die M.J.G pimp tight Young black nigga, no wife No children, just hoes Supplying the muthaf**kin nation wit a dose Of what, has been injected and now it's on The muthaf**kin pimp is in the house

I'm tryin to make it through these hard times (hard, times) I'm tryin to make it through these hard times I'm tryin to make it through these hard times (hard, times) I'm tryin to make it through these hard times I'm tryin to make it through these hard times (hard, times) I'm tryin to make it through these hard times I'm tryin to make it through these hard times (hard, times) Hard times (hard), hard times (hard) You never know how much you miss a person, until they gone Like to hear it? Hear it go, I'm rehearsing, gotta sing my song I know I've done some wrong, but I can't get right Cause life is like a big fight I'm stickin-and-movin, tryin to get my shit right My family's been houndin me, friends they done turned against me Kinda like they hearts was on a full tank, but now they empty And they say I've changed, but like twins I'm just the same It's because of my job, mo' money mo' prob in this dirty game This industry FUCKED UP That's right I said it, and it's fake as ever Keep real niggaz around me, stay "Space Age 4 Eva" Po-ppa never went and jumped the broom, never got that one degree But if you looked down from heaven, you'd still be proud of me Your son was DUI, but my momma made it by I didn't shed no tears when you left me But the rest of the family cried Trials and tribulations, ruined my concentration Losin my patience, hard times for goodness sake'n I'm tryin to make it through these hard times (hard, times) I'm tryin to make it through these hard times I'm tryin to make it through these hard times (hard, times) I'm tryin to make it through these hard times I'm tryin to make it through these hard times (hard, times) I'm tryin to make it through these hard times I'm tryin to make it through these hard times (hard, times) Hard times (hard), hard times (hard) As this Valium slowly starts to kick in Them subconcious, subliminal thoughts, start tickin This whole world around me, diseased, and crumblin Babies doin dope cause daddy did it right in front of them Everybody wanna blame music for they bad kids Sittin up in the court talkin 'bout Eminem made me do what I did My own hard times rolled in like the fog Try to think of others, but I can't get past my own thoughts My momma, in 1967, pickin cotton While other blacks was gettin liberated, boycottin My old man was a player, ain't no hidin that He started tootin then he graduated to smokin crack I never saw him, never needed to see that muh'fucker He left me and my mother stuck down here in this fuckin gutter I tattoed it on my arm so I can't forget it It's in my mind and my heart so I'm forever with it I'm tryin to make it through these hard times (hard, times) I'm tryin to make it through these hard times I'm tryin to make it through these hard times (hard, times) I'm tryin to make it through these hard times I'm tryin to make it through these hard times (hard, times) I'm tryin to make it through these hard times I'm tryin to make it through these hard times (hard, times) Hard times (hard), hard times (hard) A drum machine, the old fo'-track, and a pack of new tapes In the middle of, 1988, in a corner cafe We made beats, and hung with old heads, and stayed out late at night Do talent shows, fo'-way split the dough, that was our way of life My momma stayed, home full time so she could raise me Knowin without a, household father, things could get crazy Sometimes I listened, sometimes I thought I knew it all But nevertheless, momma was with me through it all I graduated out of nothin, not out of school, it was like 12, 13, 14 years I'm thinkin cool I might as well, be focusin on me tryin to get paid Usin these rhymes I've been writin since in the 7th grade Our team played, and had physical sex with minimum wage It was just like a piece of pussy It fucked me long as I stayed But still I prayed, Lord I'm tryin now please help me out the water It can't get no harder Help me to get back up and get my shit tomorrow I'm tryin to make it through these hard times (hard, times) I'm tryin to make it through these hard times I'm tryin to make it through these hard times (hard, times) I'm tryin to make it through these hard times I'm tryin to make it through these hard times (hard, times) I'm tryin to make it through these hard times I'm tryin to make it through these hard times (hard, times) Hard times (hard), hard times (hard) I'm tryin to make it through these hard times (hard, times) I'm tryin to make it through these hard times I'm tryin to make it through these hard times (hard, times) I'm tryin to make it through these hard times I'm tryin to make it through these hard times (hard, times) I'm tryin to make it through these hard times I'm tryin to make it through these hard times (hard, times) Hard times (hard), hard times (hard)

Hey yo Mase, you know what I don't like? (Why you over there lookin' at me) I don't like when, you know, I'm in a club (Why you over there lookin' at me) And I'm with my honey (Why you over there lookin' at me) You got, you know, the haters They wanna be tough guys all of the sudden Why you over there lookin' at me While my girl standin' here Why you over there lookin' at me While my girl standin' here Why you over there lookin' at me While my girl standin' here Why you over there lookin' at me While my girl standin' here Dig? Now what the hell is you lookin' for? Can't a young man get money anymore? Let my pants sag down to the floor Really do it matter as long as I score? Can't my car look better than yours? Can I have a bad bitch without no flaws Come to see me without no drawers In a stretch Lex with about ten doors? I was Murda P. Diddy made me pretty Did it for the money, now can you get with me? People wanna know who is he, he get busy Spray so much izzy, girls get dizzy Niggas on the block know Mase motto One thing about Harlem World, we all got dough 98' Tahoe, Tommy and a Roscoe Case I'm every chased by a Donny Brascoe Why you over there lookin' at me While my girl standin' here Why you over there lookin' at me While my girl standin' here Yo, I can't get mad cuz you look at me Cuz on the real, look at me Yo, it always be the haters that be sittin' in the rear Dissin' every gear, but they better listen here You cats keepin' it real, you cats is on yo own Cuz bein' broke and alone is something I can't condone Plus it won't be long till they send me the dome Sit gently, while I'm on the Bentley phone Why you don't like me? Cuz I'm mad fly and icy? And why you can't satisfy yo wifey And if it wasn't for this Bad Boy exposure CD, TV's, really would I know ya Now me and blink float in the gold Rover So it's only right you get the cold shoulder And if you got a girl, don't be real committed Cuz Mase will hit it, you got to deal with it Why you over there lookin' at me While my girl standin' here Why you over there lookin' at me While my girl standin' here Why you over there lookin' at me While my girl standin' here Why you over there lookin' at me While my girl standin' here Make it hot baby, make it hot (come on) Make it hot baby, make it hot (come on) Make it hot baby, make it hot (come on) Make it hot baby, make it hot (come on) We don't stop We was all at the Greek fest, it's hot and sandy I rent scooters, I'm with my family Tank top, flip flop, really nothing fancy But get approached by a girl named Tammy Who looked good enough to be Miss Miami But say, since some her peeps call her Candy Than she starts to ask about Aaliyah and Brandy Tellin' me how she met Puff down at the Grammy's He ain't tell you I was the one with no panties? Boo, you know how many he meet with no panties? Please, tell me something that I don't know Like if we have sex, you don't want dough And if it's not a problem you can meet me at 10 I'll be in room 112 and bring four friends And if you gon' hit me, it gotta be a quickie And please no hickies, cuz wifey's with me Why you over there lookin' at me While my girl standin' here Why you over there lookin' at me While my girl standin' here Why you over there lookin' at me While my girl standin' here Why you over there lookin' at me While my girl standin' here Why you over there lookin' at me While my girl standin' here Why you over there lookin' at me While my girl standin' here Why you over there lookin' at me While my girl standin' here Why you over there lookin' at me While my girl standin' here