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(Eightball)

Yeah, Yeah...Space Age forever..Niggas and hoes recognize
Eightball & MJG...been ten toes in this game
we were two young playas in a one horse town
then hopped to a grasshopper
Nigga, my life would have been got cut off...
If my weren't paid.

(Cee-Lo)

It's ah, lines between wrong and right
in a trap til the mornin light
Ghetto left me no choices, I had to fight
My momma and daddy was too to raise me right.
Maybe I made a man from all the mistakes I made
Niggas dead, gone, I still ain't afraid.
Ain't too grown to get back on ghetto games I played
My life would been done got cut off if the dues weren't paid.

MJG

In the middle of doin crime (Uggh), it stopped me from writin rhymes
It never stopped me playin music,
God, but it didn't I had to use it
It was obvious, I had to give up the - for the beats
Not knowin, but faith on just how long that it would be
Before I made it, somebody picked up my tape and played it
With a remark like, "Hey, played instrumental, you cat's got potential."
In the process of talent shows, parties, and mix tapes
We even put it down on some of our homeboys jail release
I can remember in the past down at fast foods
stickin to my dreams, but feelin like I'd be the last dude
Who can make it in this rap, I that they ain't go see me in Memphis
It was like a they looked over Tennesseee,
and didn't Hip-Hop was in us.
To all my vets in the game, I got love, on your toes
Cause back in the days, I use to use 4-5 instrumental to do my shows
And look, I was 17 - I signed my first contract
And about 18 1/2 I signed my worst contract, we hurt from that
And til day, they still distributin - our first tape
before Out Hard, now can you feel it?
Be humble and patient with whatever you should
Cause, to get to where I am right now, I don't my dues.

A C-note for a concert, I know that sounds
Nigga, we didn't a pot to piss
So we got on and we rocked the bitch.
the chee$e, I love to see...My niggas in the front row
Get buck wild, start a fight, the police make a nigga the show
Niggas all in the parkin lot, bustin shots, fuckin hoes
Box with the spokes and vogues,
niggas didn't shit about a 20 inch Mo-Mo
Hard head, young don't believe that shit, til I see that shit
See them niggas, one day, I'm gonna be that shit
Ok, know everybody done sold dope, ran with a gang
Pimp some hoes, and..snorted a coke..but uhh..
I'm space agein..and we'll be
Eightball, the fat mack, and...M-J G
the page, from then to now, and we still grindin
Small clubs and small towns think they bouncin, and we find
Put them on the list, make them pump their fist and get buck to this
Make one of them weed smokin, gangsta bitches get to this
Expand, give all my true what they demand
Do my again and uhh...come out hard again and uhh..
Keep space agein, and we'll be...
Eightball, the fat mack, and...M-J G.