Ride (Down South)

[Intro: MJG] Let's get it hype, nigga Let's get it crump Yeah, yeah, yeah [Verse 1: 8Ball] Pass me then Swisher Streets, let's get it in crump If a nigga disrespect me I'mma prove my shit and dump Blast rhymes like I pump, turn your belly to jelly Veteran MC, I don't think you rookies is ready Three hundred and fifty pounds of pressure to deal with I run with suave, always packin' somethin' to kill with Feel this bitch, when I get rich I'mma still hustle Go down in history, paper taller than Bill Russell Kilo flows, I got 'em hid in the basement Choppin boys up, on some puttin it in they face shit Eightball, F-A-T-M-A-C-K, known for layin' it down And doin' shit the playa way Callabo's of the dough ain't no secret Space-age pimpin' means I don't do shit free Time waits for no one, it ain't gon' wait for me Yours truely, signed Eightball and MJG [Chorus: MJG] All my hardcore niggas, what you want to do? My real thug-ass niggas, what you want to do? All my money making bitches if you ride with me I'm a pimp till I die and I'mma ride for you [Post-Chorus: MJG] Now where them real bitches at? Where them real bitches at? Where they at, where they at, where they at, huh? Now where my buck niggas at? Where my buck niggas at? Where they at, where they at, where they at, come on [Verse 2: Foxy Brown] I ain't new to this Damn nice bitch thats true to this Money ain't never been a thing to me Always stack my dough, holla back (uh) Ass fat, thighs thick, titties perfect Inhale the cheese from here to Tel Aviv Y'all know it, shit I don't bluff And no dough? I don't fuck 'em Fuck I'mma fake for? Make mine's, I'mma take yours Cause I'm no nigga like love before Make bitch scream like "Gimme some more" If a nigga broke, what'd you fucked him for? Waiste of time, it's like we playettes minds Don't stop, get it get it Bitches, take it from a real motherfuckin' pro Y'all get that dough, we don't trust these niggas They gon' pimp if you let 'em From NY to the dirty south And them bitches dime tight I got my mind right And my ice got the shine right And if it don't blind bitches When them lights hit the wrist? You won't be stickin' shit You be lickin' this [Chorus: MJG] All my hardcore niggas, what you want to do? My real thug-ass niggas, what you want to do? All my money making bitches if you ride with me I'm a pimp till I die and I'mma ride for you [Post-Chorus: MJG] Now where them real bitches at? Where them real bitches at? Where they at, where they at, where they at, huh? Now where my buck niggas at? Where my buck niggas at? Where they at, where they at, where they at, come on [Verse 3: MJG] I'm the pimp motherfucker baby! Ice cold, stories so high I pimp the whole village twice So tight fold crease right on the president's nose Pimp clothes, drinkin straight Henny and buckstrum Touch toed, hoes take a centerfold pose Break a treat, make 'em pay to enter those Pros, slam those Game tied tight like bows, we never close Three-sixty-five, twenty-four Hand chose bitches a la mode, gettin' sold Plus a load of killer, as Chronic gettin' blowed Keep it froze, tucked up in a Tupperware bowl Stick of gold, somethin' from the school of the old Forever flows, I take it down as deep as it can go Burn rolls, braids tight, blazed afros We're pushin' hoes Dicks get erect like poles, pay the toll MJG is in control [Chorus: MJG] All my hardcore niggas, what you want to do? My real thug-ass niggas, what you want to do? All my money making bitches if you ride with me I'm a pimp till I die and I'mma ride for you [Post-Chorus: MJG] Now where them real bitches at? Where them real bitches at? Where they at, where they at, where they at, huh? Now where my buck niggas at? Where my buck niggas at? Where they at, where they at, where they at, come on [Verse 4: Juvenile] Peep dis, you them boys need to slow down Up in the mornin' in court, it's 'bout to go down There's no remorse now, better expose rounds Them jackets be on the lose until the dope is found Juvenile's my name, bitch I represent it to the end, the same shit Niggas don't be wearin suits on these blocks All you is is your boys in Reeboks A thin hat to the back with a strap too Willin' to bust a nigga ass if he had to If you feel the same my nigga, you's a hot boy Blocka, blocka, blocka Better get off the block boy Call the cops boy, your mama and pops boy Cash wasn't a million, never hit the spot boy You want props ha, you sold to the cops ha You in a cell block ha, cause you too hot ha [Chorus: MJG] All my hardcore niggas, what you want to do? My real thug-ass niggas, what you want to do? All my money making bitches if you ride with me I'm a pimp till I die and I'mma ride for you [Post-Chorus: MJG] Now where them real bitches at? Where them real bitches at? Where they at, where they at, where they at, huh? Now where my buck niggas at? Where my buck niggas at? Where they at, where they at, where they at, come on [Bridge: Too $hort] Where the real ones at? Beyotch... Oh, you know how we feel About all you wannabe ass ghetto superstars Wanna-be-like-me ass niggas Tryin' to be like Foxy Brown bitches I give a fuck about your intermureal status motherfucker You ain't nobody We ben doin' this, been doin' this shit We go way back with this baby Talkin' about this real shit on the motherfuckin' microphone Pimps and hoes gettin' money Motherfuckin' clothes and shit ridin' vogues and shit Nigga ridin' on twenty's and shit Nigga what you got? Brand new-assed nigga You don't know nothin' 'bout this game, come on! [Chorus: MJG] All my hardcore niggas, what you want to do? My real thug-ass niggas, what you want to do? All my money making bitches if you ride with me I'm a pimp till I die and I'mma ride for you [Post-Chorus: MJG] Now where them real bitches at? Where them real bitches at? Where they at, where they at, where they at, huh? Now where my buck niggas at? Where my buck niggas at? Where they at, where they at, where they at, come on