EIGHTBALL & MJG - We Started This lyrics

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[Chorus x2]

We started the shit, and we gon' finish the shit!

[MJG:]

Riding down the strip on a trip in my 'Ham sammich

Started this shit and I'm gon' finish yes I am dammit

We gonna slam it down like to hit it, here its shitted

Here its time for them niggas in Memphis, Tenn to get deep within it

How deep? shit the devil stay right down the street

and why you mad? the rebels tied a brother by his feet

for what, for what I don't know they tied him to a pickup truck

then posted up and down like they didn't really give a fuck

I get rid of bigots with bad racial equalities

bust back at KKK's who try to follow me

these hollowties saving my ass in crucial situations

any other tactics I need, I use imagination

I'm ten steps ahead of your ass type of nigga

shit that I already know you try to figure

give up, put your ship up, don't try to sail

don't you see we got this shit built up, can't pry a nail

in my foundation my sound making too many bump all out the trunk

get crunk and blow blunts and buck jump

ain't no luck chump we come intentional with this dope shit

using a pen or a pencil back when I wrote this

space age, feel it perculatin' but all this hurt and hatin'

still keep on bringing people back to old situations

I change the stations but they playing the same list

we started the shit and we gon' finish the shit

[Chorus x4]

[Eightball:]

Mental battlescars polluting my cranium

watered down fake niggas I'm draining 'em and training 'em

Claiming them Suave House niggas to the dirt bitch

cross the family and you gon' find yourself gettin hurt, bitch

peices all in a nigga mind it ain't reality

fuck reconciliation, niggas don't want no unity

born dyin every minute death is closer to me

its like I'm in a movie, except I'm feeling everything

pain when another motherfucker try to touch me

anger when a petty player faker try to fuck me

8-B-A-double L, fat M-A-C

nice with a mic and I don't think you wanna fuck with me

love head doctors and I don't mean a psyciatrist

bitches with that lip grip tighter than a gorilla fist

pimp shit, when is everybody gonna learn

Pimps and gangstas make the universe turn

poverty with the right amount of hustle turns to riches

but wrong situations turn hard niggas to bitches

I was born in the war zone fought for everything I got

learned about my hustle, nigga worked and made the shit hot

hoes started jockin niggas, boppin like they bitches too

other niggas mad cause they only sold a tape or two

fuck what you heard nigga fuck who you be

suave got the hookup cause suave got the cheese nigga

[Chorus x8]