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M.H.G.C.
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Hip-Hop/Rap
M.H.G.C. was released on April 26, 2011 by City Hall Records or MBP50 D50 as a part of the album Relentless
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Release DateApril 26, 2011
LabelCity Hall Records or MBP50 D50
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM86

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
AP.9
AP.9
Performer
Kenneth Huddleston
Kenneth Huddleston
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
AP.9
AP.9
Composer
Kenneth Huddleston
Kenneth Huddleston
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
AP.9
AP.9
Producer
J-Knoxx
J-Knoxx
Producer

Lyrics

I can show you where the money at
Show you how to get it off
Show you how to be like the best
And how to be a boss
If you ever in a cross
I teach you how to cook the soft
And when the shit is rocking up
Just let it sit and cool it off
In this game I took a loss
And took some time to come back up
I went from riding on the bus
To driving in my monster truck
Radio don't like me
The radio didn't make me
I'm sitting in the ghetto
In my basement where them cakes be
Rolling in my H3
Had to park my H2
**** say they hatin' me
But fuck it I don't hate you
Riding on that Grey Goose
On my way to Soledad
I did some shit way back in the days
That caught me up and made me mad
**** spittin' hella trash
Me I'm spittin' all the mags
**** claim they real on the streets
In the pen they fucking fags
I just had to point them out
And let the people know the real
Let them know the truth's in the booth
And I'm still the one they feel
Money, hoes, guns, and cars
That's how all my **** mob
Money, hoes, guns, and cars
That's how all my **** mob
Money, hoes, guns, and cars
That's how all my **** mob
Money, hoes, guns, and cars
That's how all my **** mob
I can show you how to pull a lick
Show you how to be legit
Show you how to load up the fifth
And how to knock a bitch
If you want to be like this
It's only mobbing in my clique
And only hustlers with the shit
**** checking something slick
In this game I took a loss
And took some time to come back up
I went from riding on the bus
To driving in my monster truck
Radio don't like me
The radio didn't make me
I'm sitting in the ghetto
In my basement where them cakes be
Rolling in my old school
Had to park my H2
Pulling out my new school
And rolling throwing up the deuce
I was sitting on the Goose
Headed to that level 4
Naked in the paper shooting
Shopping up from wrist to toe
**** spittin' hella trash
Me I'm spittin' all the mags
**** claim they real on the streets
In the pen they fucking fags
I just had to point them out
And let the people know the real
Let them know the truth's in the booth
And I'm still the one they feel
Money, hoes, guns, and cars
That's how all my **** mob
Money, hoes, guns, and cars
That's how all my **** mob
Money, hoes, guns, and cars
That's how all my **** mob
Money, hoes, guns, and cars
That's how all my **** mob
Written by: AP.9
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