Trying To Get At You Lyrics - Living Legends - Eightball & Mjg

8Ball: 

Smash with my niggas, you know how we do 

Flippin through the hood, that's when I bumped into you 

At the car-wash jumpin out your e-class 

Petite frame with your little round fat ass 

10 1/2 for your eyes and your pretty toes 

I wanna know you but I heard you got a nigga though 

Anyway I'ma spit it like I know that you with it 

My windows are tinted so he won't know that you in it 

We can cruise the city and get the car, we's in it 

Drink a hen open up and let your boy squeeze in it 

A G for real I never played those games 

Wanna get in your brain, put some ice in your chain 

You can stay with your manne, act a fool and complain 

Come and get with your boy we just hang and bang 

That's the business but you don't want a niggaa like me 

You want a weak ass nigga just pretendin to be 

[Chorus]: 

I wish I would've said somethin 

That would've made you stopped walkin 

How can I let you know, girl 

I'm trying to get at you, baby 

And instead of trying to step on you 

I let another nigga up on you 

How can I let you know, girl 

I'm trying to get at you, baby 

MJG: 

Baby you need a hard leg, a straight niggah with no suga 

One that won't play no games and give it to you 

In the buck, doggy style, the whole mile 

Mix it up, with the new and the old style 

Ain't you tired of your man hangin up at your job 

Followin you round, talkin bout you breakin his heart 

You too pretty, to have a nigga prettier than you 

You need a cut-throat niggah, baby tell you the truth 

I'm MJG and I ain't tryin to stay in your face 

Or croud your space or try to get a key to your place 

I got my own spot shit but we gon hit the hotel-e 

I can't take you to my spot until I know that you ready 

See I ain't the one to fall in love just in a week 

Take out all my money then go invest in a freak 

I see something I like baby can I just get a number 

Don't worry bout the stress and the pressure he got you under 

[Chorus]: 

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8Ball: 

Look, if your boy calls tell him that you're rollin with your girls 

Tell him y'all shoppin you gon meet him at the grill 

Really I'ma have you somewhere diggin in your ribs 

Pullin off the rubber and shootin it on your lips 

Dream about the day when I can hold your hips 

Wanna spoil you and tell niggas you my bitch 

See you got a nigga I don't wanna see y'all split 

The real nigga in me make a nigga do that shit 

MJG: 

You're listenin to your friends again, oh no 

Why you wanna take advice from them, they solo 

I'm the one that put the spark in your life, all night 

And all day, so motherfuck what they all say 

Tell em MJ said it and MJ done it 

Shot straight into your life like Haley's comet 

Eliminated them other cats who wanna run it 

Keep the bullshit we're takin you away from it