(Eightball)
Yeah, Yeah...Space Age forever..Niggas and hoes better Eightball & MJG...been ten toes down in game since we two young playas in a one horse town hopped to a muthafuckin grasshopper Nigga, my life have been done got cut off... If my dues paid.
(Cee-Lo)
It's ah, skinnin between wrong and right Trapped in a trap til the light Ghetto ain't me no choices, I had to fight My momma and daddy was too young to me right. Maybe I been made a man all the mistakes I made dead, niggas gone, I still ain't afraid. Ain't too grown to get back on with ghetto I played My life would have been done got cut off if the dues paid.
MJG
In the middle of doin crime (Uggh), it stopped me from writin rhymes It never me from 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 havin faith on just how that it would be I made it, before somebody picked up my tape and played it With a remark like, "Hey, played that instrumental, you got potential." In the process of doing talent shows, parties, and mix We put it down on some of our homeboys jail release dates I can in the past closin down at fast foods Strictly stickin to my dreams, but feelin I'd be the last dude Who can make it in rap, I thought that they ain't go see me in Memphis It was like a time they over Tennesseee, and know Hip-Hop 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 your 4-5 instrumental to do my And look, I was 17 - I signed my first contract And about 18 1/2 when I signed my worst contract, we hurt that And til this day, they still distributin - our tape Comin Out Hard, now can you feel it? Be humble and patient with whatever you choose Cause, to get to where I am now, I don't paid my dues.
A C-note for a concert, I know sounds preposterous 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, didn't know shit about a 20 inch Mo-Mo Hard head, young nigga don't believe that shit, til I see that See them heavyweight niggas, one day, I'm gonna be that Ok, everybody know everybody done sold dope, ran with a 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 Turn the page, from then to now, and we grindin Small and small towns think they bouncin, and we find them Put them on the guest list, make them pump their fist and get to this Make one of them weed smokin, bitches get fucked to this Expand, give all my true what they demand Do my part again and uhh...come out again and uhh.. Keep space agein, and forever be... Eightball, the fat mack, and...M-J G.