How to be a Player movie - In the Wind lyrics
rate meSong by Eightball and MJG<br /><br>
[Verse One: MJG]<br>
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Here comes the one they call the P.I. -- M.P.<br>
Straight out the cut no one can see I -- bust these<br>
Way out of touch with all them bustas in my rear view<br>
but see they game, so lame, I can hear through<br>
I Hens doggin at the bar, actin real nice (real nice)<br>
Six pack of Hen, straight up, with no ice -- tap me twice<br>
Did you really want my full attention?<br>
Sometimes my mind (intertwine) with the tenth dimension<br>
I see you inchin to my ride, tired, rest them legs<br>
Soon as you open up your mouth (uhh) there's the head<br>
Now who I be, MJG, certified, mic controller<br>
(Uncle Sam, I want you!) Trick bend over<br>
I'm a petrified rapper talkin, and you ain't nuttin<br>
but an electrified shyster walkin, I'm tired of savin<br>
people from takin these dead end trips, I'ma just go<br>
and bust this champagne upside your ship, alright you hip?<br>
You in a hurry? You can't relate?<br>
Don't ever say that I ain't try to set it to you straight<br>
I'm out the gate before you hate but I'll be back again<br>
You saw me faintly through the crowd but now I'm in the wind<br>
Once again<br>
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[Chorus: Eightball and MJG]<br>
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In the wind, it's a bird, it's a plane<br>
Now it be them hustlers with that skin tight game<br>
In your mix, scopin you, scopin me<br>
Eightball and MJG to the end, bustas we in the wind<br>
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[Verse Two: Eightball]<br>
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I sold my soul to this hustle, homeboy scratch what you heard<br>
T front me a keyboard, I flipped it like a bird, word<br>
on them streets be them Suave House beats<br>
In the Benz blowin Sweets got your gal between my sheets<br>
Speak -- I ain't have to say one little thang<br>
The fame of my name blew the ghetto freak brain<br>
Lookin for a meal ticket, she let me stick it<br>
Wicked when she lick it, tryin to make me trick it<br>
Girl, when I was broke it seemed all about the luxury<br>
Now I got cheese, I got a pay a girl to love with me<br>
But I'm a jelly worker, like Smuckers<br>
Workin against them suckers, big facin just to love a<br>
broad that done been around the world in a day<br>
Bear lovin whoever got cheddar to pay<br>
Ball like no trick ass, them shakers if I tip<br>
I be drunk, in the club, smokin sticky cat nip<br>
Slip, as if a banana peel was dropped in my path<br>
into a body bodyworkin not discussin no math<br>
Playa haters all around me as I stumble and grin<br>
Snatch my vest, twist somethin, hit the rumble and then...<br>
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[Chorus 2X]<br>
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[Verse Three: MJG, Eightball]<br>
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I flip scripts on young dips who think they hip<br>
Smoke up your whole zip, sess hydro or crip<br>
Time and time again, stories have been told<br>
About the super hustler dyin tryin to get the gold<br>
Concrete jungle full of, carniverous firearm<br>
Hunger for flesh, and pray on who ain't strong<br>
Heavy weighters, with plenty hoes that buy em alligators<br>
In the wind, breakin all big ?<br>
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Pick artificial tricks stolen money makers<br>
Money trees come in please, help a player shake a<br>
million down to the ground, feel them hits fall<br>
Ride with me I'll run your game into a brick wall, trick y'all<br>
is what this false literary do, then reality come<br>
(and snatch the natural dust out you) who speaks the truth?<br>
Whose your leeches? Whose your friends?<br>
I plan to bring the realness back again, but until then<br>
I'm in the wind<br>
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[Chorus 4X]<br>
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