(Eightball)
Yeah, Yeah...Space Age forever..Niggas and better recognize Eightball & MJG...been ten toes in this game since we were two playas in a one horse town then hopped to a muthafuckin Nigga, my life would been done got cut off... If my weren't paid.
(Cee-Lo)
It's ah, lines between wrong and right Trapped in a trap til the mornin ain't left me no choices, I had to fight My and daddy was too young to raise me right. Maybe I been made a man from all the mistakes I 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 never stopped me writin rhymes It never me from playin music, God, but it mean I had to use it It was obvious, I had to give up the - for the beats Not knowin, but havin faith on how long that it would be Before I made it, somebody picked up my tape and played it With a like, "Hey, played that instrumental, you cat's got potential." In the process of talent shows, parties, and mix tapes We even put it 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 like I'd be the dude Who can make it in this rap, I thought that ain't go see me in Memphis It was a time they looked over Tennesseee, and didn't Hip-Hop was in us. To all my vets in the game, I got love, stay on toes Cause in the days, I use to use your 4-5 instrumental to do my shows And look, I was 17 - I signed my first contract And about 18 1/2 when I signed my contract, we hurt from that And til this day, still distributin - our first tape before Comin Out Hard, now can you it? Be humble and patient whatever you should choose Cause, to get to where I am now, I don't paid my dues.
A C-note for a concert, I know that sounds 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 a nigga stop the show Niggas all in the parkin lot, bustin shots, fuckin with Box chevy the spokes and vogues, niggas didn't know shit about a 20 inch Hard head, young nigga don't that shit, til I see that shit See them heavyweight niggas, one day, I'm gonna be that Ok, everybody know everybody done sold dope, ran a gang Pimp hoes, and..snorted a little 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 they bouncin, and we find them Put on the guest list, make them pump their fist and get buck to this Make one of them weed smokin, gangsta get fucked to this Expand, give all my true fans they demand Do my again and uhh...come out hard again and uhh.. Keep space agein, and forever be... Eightball, the fat mack, and...M-J G.