(Eightball)
Yeah, Yeah...Space Age forever..Niggas and better recognize & MJG...been ten toes down in this game since we were two playas in a one horse town then hopped to a muthafuckin Nigga, my would have been done got cut off... If my weren't paid.
(Cee-Lo)
It's ah, skinnin lines wrong and right Trapped in a trap til the light Ghetto left me no choices, I had to fight My and daddy was too young to raise me right. Maybe I been a man from all the mistakes I made dead, niggas gone, I still ain't afraid. Ain't too grown to get back on ghetto games I played My life would have been done got cut off if the weren't paid.
MJG
In the of doin crime (Uggh), it never stopped me from writin rhymes It never me from playin music, God, but it mean I had to use it It was obvious, I had to up the streets - for the beats Not knowin, but havin faith on just how long it would be Before I made it, before somebody picked up my tape and it With a remark like, "Hey, that 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 jail release dates I can in the past closin down at fast foods Strictly 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 know was in us. To all my in the game, I got love, stay 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 Comin Out Hard, now can you it? Be humble and with whatever you should choose Cause, to get to where I am right now, I paid my dues.
A C-note for a concert, I that sounds preposterous Nigga, we have a pot to piss So we got on stage and we the bitch. Fuck the chee$e, I love to see...My in the front row Get buck wild, start a fight, the police make a stop the show Niggas all in the parkin lot, bustin shots, with hoes Box with the spokes and vogues, niggas didn't know shit a 20 inch Mo-Mo Hard head, young don't believe that shit, til I see that shit See them heavyweight niggas, one day, I'm gonna be that Ok, everybody know done sold dope, ran with a gang Pimp hoes, and..snorted a little coke..but uhh.. I'm space agein..and forever be Eightball, the fat mack, and...M-J G the page, from then to now, and we still grindin Small and small towns think they bouncin, and we find them Put them on the guest list, make them pump fist and get buck to this Make one of them smokin, gangsta bitches get fucked to this Expand, give all my true fans what they Do my part and uhh...come out hard again and uhh.. Keep space agein, and we'll be... Eightball, the fat mack, and...M-J G.