(Eightball)
Yeah, Yeah...Space Age forever..Niggas and hoes recognize Eightball & MJG...been ten down in this game we were two young playas in a one horse town then to a muthafuckin grasshopper Nigga, my life would have been got cut off... If my dues paid.
(Cee-Lo)
It's ah, skinnin lines wrong and right Trapped in a trap til the light ain't left me no choices, I had to fight My momma and was too young to raise me right. Maybe I been made a man from all the mistakes I dead, niggas gone, I still ain't afraid. Ain't too grown to get on with ghetto games I played My life would have 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 stopped me from playin music, God, but it mean I had to use it It was obvious, I had to give up the streets - for the 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 like, "Hey, played that instrumental, you cat's got potential." In the process of doing talent shows, parties, and mix We even put it down on of our homeboys jail release dates I can remember in the past closin down at foods Strictly stickin to my dreams, but feelin 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 vets in the game, I got love, stay on toes Cause back in the days, I use to use 4-5 instrumental to do my shows And look, I was 17 - when I my first contract And about 18 1/2 when I signed my worst contract, we from 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 should Cause, to get to where I am right now, I don't my dues.
A C-note for a concert, I that sounds preposterous Nigga, we didn't have a pot to So we got on stage and we 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 lot, bustin shots, fuckin with hoes Box chevy the spokes and vogues, niggas didn't shit about a 20 inch Mo-Mo head, young nigga don't believe that shit, til I see that shit See heavyweight 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 space agein..and forever be Eightball, the fat mack, and...M-J G Turn the page, from then to now, and we still Small clubs and 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 again and uhh...come out hard again and uhh.. space agein, and we'll forever be... Eightball, the fat mack, and...M-J G.