(Eightball)
Yeah, Yeah...Space Age forever..Niggas and better recognize Eightball & MJG...been ten toes down in this we were two young playas in a one horse town then hopped to a muthafuckin Nigga, my life would been done got cut off... If my dues paid.
(Cee-Lo)
It's ah, lines between wrong and right Trapped in a trap til the mornin Ghetto ain't me no choices, I had to fight My momma and daddy was too young to me right. Maybe I been a man from all the mistakes I made Niggas dead, gone, I still ain't afraid. Ain't too to get back on with ghetto games I played My life would have been got cut off if the dues weren't paid.
MJG
In the middle of doin crime (Uggh), it never stopped me writin rhymes It stopped me from playin music, God, but it didn't I had to use it It was obvious, I had to up the streets - for the beats Not knowin, but faith on just how long that it would be I made it, before somebody 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 some of our jail release dates I can in the past closin down at fast foods stickin to my dreams, but feelin like I'd be the last dude Who can make it in this rap, I thought that they go see me in Memphis It was like a time looked 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 - when I signed my first And about 18 1/2 when I signed my worst contract, we hurt that And til day, they still distributin - our first tape before Out Hard, now can you feel it? Be humble and patient with you should choose Cause, to get to where I am right now, I 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 and we rocked the bitch. Fuck the chee$e, I love to see...My niggas in the row Get buck wild, a fight, the police make a nigga stop the show all in the parkin lot, bustin shots, fuckin with hoes Box chevy with the and vogues, niggas didn't shit about a 20 inch Mo-Mo Hard head, nigga don't believe that shit, til I see that shit See them heavyweight niggas, one day, I'm be that shit Ok, everybody know everybody done dope, ran with a gang some 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, then to now, and we still grindin Small clubs and small think they bouncin, and we find them Put them on the guest list, them pump their fist and get buck to this Make one of weed smokin, gangsta bitches get fucked to this Expand, all my true fans what they demand Do my part again and uhh...come out hard and uhh.. Keep space agein, and forever be... Eightball, the fat mack, and...M-J G.