Eightball Amp Mjg In The Wind Lyrics

In The Wind Lyrics

Verse One: MJG



 



 Here comes the one they call the P.I. -- M.P.



 Straight out the cut no one can see I -- bust these



 Way out of touch with all them bustas in my rear view



 but see they game, so lame, I can hear through



 I Hens doggin at the bar, actin real nice (real nice)



 Six pack of Hen, straight up, with no ice -- tap me twice



 Did you really want my full attention?



 Sometimes my mind (intertwine) with the tenth dimension



 I see you inchin to my ride, tired, rest them legs



 Soon as you open up your mouth (uhh) there's the head



 Now who I be, MJG, certified, mic controller



 (Uncle Sam, I want you!) Trick bend over



 I'm a petrified rapper talkin, and you ain't nuttin



 but an electrified shyster walkin, I'm tired of savin



 people from takin these dead end trips, I'ma just go



 and bust this champagne upside your ship, alright you hip?



 You in a hurry?You can't relate?



 Don't ever say that I ain't try to set it to you straight



 I'm out the gate before you hate but I'll be back again



 You saw me faintly through the crowd but now I'm in the wind



 Once again



 



 Chorus: Eightball and MJG



 



 In the wind, it's a bird, it's a plane



 Now it be them hustlers with that skin tight game



 In your mix, scopin you, scopin me



 Eightball and MJG to the end, bustas we in the wind



 



 Verse Two: Eightball



 



 I sold my soul to this hustle, homeboy scratch what you heard



 T front me a keyboard, I flipped it like a bird, word



 on them streets be them Suave House beats



 In the Benz blowin Sweets got your gal between my sheets



 Speak -- I ain't have to say one little thang



 The fame of my name blew the ghetto freak brain



 Lookin for a meal ticket, she let me stick it



 Wicked when she lick it, tryin to make me trick it



 Girl, when I was broke it seemed all about the luxury



 Now I got cheese, I got a pay a girl to love with me



 But I'm a jelly worker, like Smuckers



 Workin against them suckers, big facin just to love a



 broad that done been around the world in a day



 Bear lovin whoever got cheddar to pay



 Ball like no trick ass, them shakers if I tip



 I be drunk, in the club, smokin sticky cat nip



 Slip, as if a banana peel was dropped in my path



 into a body bodyworkin not discussin no math



 Playa haters all around me as I stumble and grin



 Snatch my vest, twist somethin, hit the rumble and then...



 



 Chorus 2X



 



 Verse Three: MJG, Eightball



 



 I flip scripts on young dips who think they hip



 Smoke up your whole zip, sess hydro or crip



 Time and time again, stories have been told



 About the super hustler dyin tryin to get the gold



 Concrete jungle full of, carniverous firearm



 Hunger for flesh, and pray on who ain't strong



 Heavy weighters, with plenty hoes that buy em alligators



 In the wind, breakin all big ?



 



 Pick artificial tricks stolen money makers



 Money trees come in please, help a player shake a



 million down to the ground, feel them hits fall



 Ride with me I'll run your game into a brick wall, trick y'all



 is what this false literary do, then reality come



 (and snatch the natural dust out you) who speaks the truth?



 Whose your leeches?Whose your friends?



 I plan to bring the realness back again, but until then



 I'm in the wind



 



 Chorus 4X