8 Ball When It's On Lyrics

feat. P. Diddy
[Verse 1: MJG]
I'm just a drop top flippin', flippin'
Fifth of Yacht sippin', sippin'
Dope crack that's going in the strip clubs tippin'
MJG ah, P.I.M.P. ah
f___ a blind date, oh no, I got to see her
The new millennium poet
Forever show it, can't blow it
If you reap it, you sow it
I, pay my, dues
And it's the rules that I play by
Carry the team like I'm A.I
I used to cook rocks, and hit the block
And gun in the bushes, and money in my sock
s___, I had hoes way before I was nationally famous
I was in the hood strapped up good
Watchin' my a___
I'm a target splitter
The world strongest man hardest hitter
Even though you hate
I still elevate regardless n____
Step to us boy, look what you done started
And we don't even care that your a___nal be the largest

[Hook: 8 Ball & MJG, P. Diddy]
When it's on, it's on, it's on, it's on
When it's on, you better get your s___ and be gone
When it's on, it's on, it's on, it's on
When it's on, you better get your s___ and be gone
When it's on, it's on, it's on, it's on
When it's on, you better get your s___ and be gone
When it's on, it's on, it's on, it's on
When it's on, you better get your s___ and be gone

[Verse 2: 8 Ball]
Look, you n____z play too much mayne
You need to pump yo' brakes
Keep a heater n____ need for them restless snakes
Right in my face caught a case tryin' to defend my s___e
Dodging snitches police n____z jumping state to state
What kind of n____ run his mouth and snitch out everybody?
The kind of n____ that's gone end up being a dead body
Yo' wife and children gone be searching for their dear ol' daddy
They found his headless body tied up in a dark alley
It's cold like ice and snow on a n____ soul
For bricks or snow, n____z will f___ you like a dirty hoe
Kick yo' door and put and your babies on the floor
See you in public f___ who with you let the thang go
A n____ tell you don't let business turn personal
f___ what they say cause for gram a n____ hurtin' you
n____z out here hurtin' fool
Nothing is for free mayne
f___in' with the game
That's how that s___ be mayne

[Hook]

[Verse 3: 8 Ball]
I was torn this b____ came from the streets I was born
p____ like a little kitty back yellow as corn
I don't go around poppin' s___ wit' n____z who talkin'
Them n____z ain't talkin' no more
Closed coffin
Not often do you see a n____ loyal as I
Like that boy from Best Eye n____ ready to die
For my bread and them n____z that considered me family
Hold it down mayne I got you til we up there wit' granny

[Verse 4: MJG]
Cause as soon as I start writing
I start going through physical
Deeper into my spiritual
I'm so f___in' lyrical
MJG the realest the truth the definition
Just call me the competition
I'm still stomping and pimpin'
I'm still working with Diddy, still f___ wit the hood
I got the key to the city, the streets is all good
My leather is all wood, my gun is still secluded
I'm still hoping and praying to God I don't use it

[Hook - until fade]
[P. Diddy - talking]