Artist: Mase f/ Eightball & MJG Album: Harlem World Song: The Player Way Typed by: jannunz@netaxis.com [MJG] No one expected the unexpected (uh uh) Nawumsaying? Something real, something you could feel (that's right) Straight from the Suave House (Bad Boy) Representing (no doubt) Put a little soul in here And we don't stop [Eightball] No one has to ask who be actin' bad Eightball and MJ pimpin' G be all up in that ass From Memphis Tenn, around the world and than back again Make non-rappin' weak MC's go home practicing I flip a Benz, will Lorenzo play and plenty Benjamins Low key, plenty ends makes plenty friends Baby, I got all the herbs that I need to chief Smoke up a pound and leave you bitch niggas in disbelief Inhale the smoke and every word I wrote came out dope Not like that crack, I being lyrical dope above tracks Not sayin' I won't pull the Rueger and put hollow to ya Have yo mama on her knees screamin' Hallelujeh Lay it down playa, Suave House, Bad Boy, Fat Boy And her friends the Rat-A-Tat boy Matter of fact boy, this is not a act boy The player way, keep the player makin' stacks boy [MJG] 1 - Everything that I do be all about the loot I been kickin' up dust in my Polo boots Gettin' blowed on the droll, takin' smoke up my nose I give the world to a woman, but I don't love hoes I'm a player, baby and don't you forget You need to get with it, let me hit it and split it In the bed, on the floor, hot tub, everyday The player way, the player way [Mase] Now on, on, break o' dawn, can't stop, I'm too hot Look shit, my niggas rock, hype man be in the drop Me no care if the B's be tinted, you won't see me in it 'Less there's TV's in it I can tell by the way you talk and the way you chit-chat You foul and if you had styles you wouldn't get back You thinkin' you invincible, you ain't hard to get at I know everywhere you go, everywhere you live at I be wanna click-clack and you be ready to get back I be ready to go to war, you ain't gon' be with that You be the same cat that I run up on and spit at Bleedin' all crazy and don't know where you hit at I'm dead up, niggas doin' drama better shut up, I'm fed up Know for my Roley I was set up I can't let up, you in some shit that don't concern you Send a bullet through your thermal, you know crazy Repeat 1 [Eightball] I've been waiting 20 minutes baby Now drop yo drawers And do something outstandin' with yo jaws After all this waitin' I can see clean through yo forehead You mo' said than done, give mo' head than some Throw my jacket down in the puddle, hell no If you don't know a pimp, somebody besta tell y'all Yeah the women say it's good to have a confidant But yet and still they give it up to pimps, once a month See a lot of these pimp lovers, they took they K-man Front like they real and hold a fake in You wastin' the time Serious ballas and ready hoes, got da women walkin' Dibs on da strip with steady toes As I pull up, cranking is thinking the bigger fat, natural expertise Plenty money workin' for G and whoever next to me And I ain't gonna rest till we made a statement I'm straight up you want it down? It's time for a replacement Repeat 1