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Break-A-Bitch College
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Good morning, class This is your teacher, MJG Look at me as I write my name on the board Class, do you see my name? Do you understand my name? Well, listen Okay Class, today at Break-A-Bitch University We will teach young bustas, playa-hatas And all of these weak, narrow-minded young sissies How to break a bitch Now Really, it's so easy Mister G, I have a question Yes? Pimpology today is different than it was in the 70s Aha I wanna know how can anybody stroll today And if so, what proceeds do we have to go through? Well, check it out First here's what you have to do {MJG:} It's time to let the p-i-m-p in the f**kin front do' One mo' nigga cuttin paper on the down low It's so twisted in this white man's society Why it be hard for a nigga when he try to be Independent, on his own with a plan You hate it cause you can't understand how I can Rearrange and change how your daughter was raised And teach her how to constantly get paid when she's laid Ain't no use in bein the freak of the city, you still ain't got no ducats You want a rolex or ride buckets? Bitch, listen cause you gots plenty of competition from these other hoes Who think that you supposed To fall dead, short, lame to the game Don't worry, put them bitches in your pistol range MJ f**kin G settin your mind free with the type of knowledge Class has started, day number one in Break-A-Bitch College And today, class We have a guest speaker, Mister Fat Mac Please introduce yourself... Good evening, players, good evening Eightball the Fat Mac here I'm here to let you know That these bitches, mean these bustas no good You see what I'm sayin? Now first of all, class Are there any questions? Ah yes, Mister Eightball You bein a Professor of Pimpology Tell me how these niggas let these hoes Get em caught up in that f**k shit Alright buddy, check this out... {Eightball:} Once again here I come pushin that funk into your ear Do you recall Eightball, the player of the year Calm cause I'm cool, and I'm cool cause I'm calm Leavin hoes shell-shocked like they fall in Vietnam Mayn, some have game, but most of them can't handle this Those that I think are stars, end up bein scandalous Welfare recipients, crib full of rugrats Boost a couple of shirts, and now the bitch think she all that Freakazoids have a nigga noid steppin up to me Hoes that'll f**k you fast might be packin H.I.V. Me, I'm packin jimmy hats So a hoe won't give me that Shit about she on the pill Knowin that her pussy kill See, through my education illustrations were the key See, where I'm from only bustas have to pay a fee Now you might ask what can a nigga do to get started Pull a hoe and go enroll in Break-A-Bitch College Ah yeah Now that was a very nice lecture

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