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Turn Up The Bump by 8ball [8Ball:]
Yea...
Get drunk and throw your cups up and smoke.
It ain't Bob Marley if you don't cough and choke.
All haters somewhere hatin cause they mad and broke.
We had a whole club bouncin when they come to the show.
We get buck and crunk and don't fake the funk.
I don't pay for pussy, I don't hang with chumps.
I got verses and words no peas or birds.
My bitch still keep the 45 tucked in her purse.
I got leather and wood sittin on some big ass shoes you not famous to the
Police, have your face on the news.
Handcuffed and f**ked my broad crying and screaming.
Unloyal ass niggas out here lyin and schemin.
Sent the bitches and henchman at the dough with them pistols lay it down
Nigga you know why they came to get you.
Get rich or die tryin, live by the iron, you could shoot the sun down man
I'm still gon shine.

Jump in my ride, turn up the bump, turn on my game and burn up some blunts.
I'm a pimp for life I don't love a hoe, I keep some heat tucked down in my
Pants fa sho.
Jump in my ride, turn up the bump, turn on my game and burn up some blunts.
I'm a pimp for life I don't love a hoe, I keep some heat tucked down in my
Pants fa sho.

[MJG:]
A 300 is not a bentely, an apartment not a house, a geneva not a rolex, you
Know what I'm talkin bout.
Don't you ever try to offer me your riches cars and clothes or bitches for
Cash.
I'll whoop yo ass hoe.
Untalented ass nigga I'm not havin it, don't make me pull a strap out this
Cabinet.
I'm MJG so I'm more than a fantasy, you head strong girl but ya heart could
Never handle me.
I ain't no killa ass nigga but I keeps a gun.
I ain't the pimpinest one but still sleep with nuns.
You niggas makin crazy money yea, So what?
Cause round here we already made the dough nuts.
A picture of perfection, mawf**kas paint this.
Don't make me have to kick my foot up in ya anus.
I spit that pure, uncut, give it to ya real. That shit they kill with is
Nice as on suga hill.

Jump in my ride, turn up the bump, turn on my game and burn up some blunts.
I'm a pimp for life I don't love a hoe, I keep some heat tucked down in my
Pants fa sho.
Jump in my ride, turn up the bump, turn on my game and burn up some blunts.
I'm a pimp for life I don't love a hoe, I keep some heat tucked down in my
Pants fa sho.

[8Ball:]
The world love a gangsta, ain't no hoe in my blood.
My dick get hard as a rock for big cash and bud.
My niggas be on that white, my niggas be on that lean, my niggas be on them
Shrooms, my niggas be on them beans.
I got a dollar worth of dimes on the way to the crib.
My old lady from jamaica cookin chicken and ribs.
Super star in the ghetto, I got that work for cheap.
16 bars of meth and a heron beat.

[MJG:]
Yeah yeah.
You want a 16, u better put the dough in hand, cause I ain't answer it for
Nobody but Ed Mcman.
And after he slide the check under the doorcrack, I put the pistol on him
And make him bring some more back.
This america we do anything to do you in.
Snitch, plan, scheme, go hunting just to shoot a friend. MJ!
Tight I keep my eyes open, cause he was playin with me, that's how he died
Chokin.

Jump in my ride, turn up the bump, turn on my game and burn up some blunts.
I'm a pimp for life I don't love a hoe, I keep some heat tucked down in my
Pants fa sho.
Jump in my ride, turn up the bump, turn up the bump, turn up the bump, turn
Up the bump, turn up the bump, turn up the bump, turn up the bump.