(Eightball)
Yeah, Yeah...Space Age forever..Niggas and hoes recognize & MJG...been ten toes down in this game since we were two young 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, skinnin between wrong and right in a trap til the mornin light Ghetto ain't me no choices, I had to fight My momma and daddy was too young to me right. Maybe I made a man from all the mistakes I made Niggas dead, niggas gone, I still afraid. Ain't too to get back on with ghetto games I played My would have 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 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 that it be Before I made it, before picked up my tape and played it With a remark like, "Hey, that instrumental, you cat's got potential." In the process of doing 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 Strictly stickin to my dreams, but like 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 looked over Tennesseee, and didn't Hip-Hop was in us. To all my vets in the game, I got love, stay on your Cause back in the days, I use to use your 4-5 to do my shows And look, I was 17 - I signed my first contract And about 18 1/2 when I signed my worst contract, we hurt from And til this day, they still distributin - our tape before Comin Out Hard, now can you it? Be and patient with whatever you should choose Cause, to get to I am right now, I don't paid my dues.
A C-note for a concert, I that sounds preposterous Nigga, we didn't have a pot to So we got on and we rocked 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 nigga stop the Niggas all in the parkin lot, bustin shots, fuckin hoes Box chevy with the and vogues, niggas know shit about a 20 inch Mo-Mo Hard head, young nigga don't that shit, til I see that shit See them niggas, one day, I'm gonna be that shit Ok, everybody know everybody done dope, ran with a gang Pimp hoes, and..snorted a little coke..but uhh.. I'm agein..and we'll forever be Eightball, the fat mack, and...M-J G Turn the page, from 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 their fist and get buck to this Make one of them smokin, gangsta bitches get fucked to this Expand, give all my true fans what demand Do my part again and uhh...come out hard and uhh.. space agein, and we'll forever be... Eightball, the fat mack, and...M-J G.