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Song Lyrics :: Rap Music Lyrics :: Eightball & MJG Lyrics

Eightball & MJG Lyrics

Friend Or Foe
Nobody But Me
Paid Dues
Space Age Pimpin
You Don't Want Drama

Friend Or Foe

Intro:

I want you
I got to have you
But what will this lead to?
Will it just be me and you?
Tell me.... you know I want you
Tell me how you feel....

Verse One: MJG

I'll be obliged
if you step outside
because my ride is awaitin
our date an
of steak an
a night cap
we matin
awakin
by smells of perfume that I inhale
and then tell how well we raise hell on the dizzell
satin sheets
heat from your feet keep me warm
The mood is perfected by sounds from the storm
You came stronger
I lasted longer
Than I've ever lasted
your mouth was fantastic
the f**k test
you passed it
the way you made a nigga laugh
I had to getcha
and when I saw that ass pass
I had to hit cha
ya makin me fight against my will
What must I do?
[Would ya kill for me?]
Ya if my life in danger too
[Even steal for me?]
Ya if that shit belongs to you
[Then feel for me?]
Ya if the way you act is true
Who knows
fine clothes
Lexus doors you'll be closin
when you become one of the chosen
hoes in different places
different faces
different cases
got me tied like shoe laces
no mistake this MJG
you ain't gotta be
constantly tryin to shoot that P
claimin that you ain't heard of me
keepin it real
let me know how you feel when we communicate
We'll be straight
if you express your mind
instead of referring away
some who can't do it
lose women
but nigga like me used to it
Space Age Pimpin'

Chorus:

New day, new age
Every once in awhile this is how we slang our game
New day, new age
Nothin is too strong
New day, new age
when settin it out is all we straight to do
New day, new age
Just me and you, just me and you

Verse Two: Eightball

You and I, me and you
situation gettin sticky
your mouth is sayin no
but your body's sayin stick me
lick me
don't be afraid of what your friends say
rappers get dat ass
then be outta here like yesterday
but not tonight
you look so tight
it feels so right
this indo got me pervin
let's go hop in my Suburban
and ride til we get to where you want to be
no matter how far
just call me Oball baby
to me your the superstar
ask me time and time again why did I choose you
Do I wanna be your man or just misuse you
I hear your partners dissin'
when they think I ain't listenin'
them hoes just be wishin
they could be in yo position
wit me in luxury
I got to be everyday
chief in hey would somethin stout wearin lingerie
Let's hit the hotel
get a suite
an order somethin to eat
tell me things about you
I'll tell you things about me
then out the blue I'll be carressin you
undressin you
You start doin all shit you said you'd never do
lustin bustin all out of my boxer drawers
fingers dripping slippin in an out in an out
constantly tellin me the things you don't do
Yet you do it like a pro and think I don't know
but I do that's why I'm here wit you and you know this
slip on the latex
and dive in
SWISH!

Chorus

Outro:

Hey...
please come back to me baby don't ya leave...
[shhhh... don't do that]
you know I want cha, you know I gotta have you...
[Ya, I know but I got to go]
I want cha please come back to me...
[Damn, you makin it hard for a nigga to leave, don't do that]
Don't cha leave, don't cha leave, don't cha leave
[I got to go, I got to get up an go]
I want you, I want you
[I think I want this baby]

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Nobody But Me

featuring Cee Lo

Intro (Eightball)

Yeah Yeah... Space Age forever.. Niggas and hoes better recognize
Eightball & MJG...been ten toes down in this game
since we were two young playas in a one horse town
then hopped to a muthaf**kin grasshopper
Nigga my life would have been done got cut off...
If my dues weren't paid.

Chorus (Cee Lo)

It's ah skinnin lines between wrong and right
Trapped in a trap til the mornin light
Ghetto ain't left me no choices, I had to fight
My momma and daddy was too young to raise me right.
Maybe I been made a man from all the mistakes I made
Niggas dead, niggas gone, I still ain't afraid.
Ain't too grown to get back on with ghetto games I played
My life would have been done got cut off if the dues weren't paid.

MJG

In the middle of doin crime (Uggh), it never stopped me from writin rhymes
It never stopped me from playin music,
God, but it didn't mean I had to use it
It was obvious, I had to give up the streets - for the beats
Not knowin, but havin faith on just how long that it would be
Before I made it, before somebody picked up my tape and played it
With a remark like, "Hey, played that instrumental, you cat's got potential."
In the process of doing talent shows, parties, and mix tapes
We even put it down on some of our homeboys jail release dates
I can remember in the past closin down at fast foods
Strictly stickin to my dreams, but feelin like I'd be the last dude
Who can make it in this rap, I thought that they ain't go see me in Memphis
It was like a time they looked over Tennesseee,
and didn't know Hip-Hop was in us.
To all my vets 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 shows
And look, I was 17 - when I signed my first contract
And about 18 1/2 when I signed my worst contract, we hurt from that
And til this day, they still distributin - our first tape
before Comin Out Hard, now can you feel it?
Be humble and patient with whatever you should choose
Cause, to get to where I am right now, I don't paid my dues.

Chorus

Eightball

A C-note for a concert, I know that sounds preposterous
Nigga, we didn't have a pot to piss
So we got on stage and we rocked the bitch.
f**k the chee$e, I love to see...My niggas in the front row
Get buck wild, start a fight, the police make a nigga stop the show
Niggas all in the parkin lot, bustin shots, f**kin with hoes
Box chevy with the spokes and vogues,
niggas didn't know shit about a 20 inch Mo-Mo
Hard head, young nigga don't believe that shit, til I see that shit
See them heavyweight niggas, one day, I'm gonna be that shit
Ok, everybody know everybody done sold dope, ran with a gang
Pimp some hoes, and..snorted a little coke..but uhh..
I'm space agein..and we'll forever be
Eightball, the fat mack, and...M-J f**kin G
Turn the page, from then to now, and we still grindin
Small clubs and small towns think they bouncin, and we find them
Put them on the guest list, make them pump their fist and get buck to this
Make one of them weed smokin, gangsta bitches get f**ked to this
Expand, give all my true fans what they demand
Do my part again and uhh...come out hard again and uhh..
Keep space agein, and we'll forever be...
Eightball, the fat mack, and...M-J f**kin G.

Chorus

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Paid Dues

Featuring OutKast

[Eightball]
Bitch I ain't got nothing but time so I'ma get out on these cuts
and grind keep my mind on cloud twenty nine
my player ways keep me with plenty dimes
see I'ma shine like all six of my gold teeth
when a nigga get through cooking up this O Z
all night on the block til the sun rise
my only friend is a glock with the 4 5
Four five in the mornin it don't stop,
day dreamin bout flousin tha drop top, (woop)
blue lights snap me back to reality
I hit the alley quick and toss what I got on me
Tricks ain't got shit to do but harass,
search tha nigga and took about a three in cash,
I guess that's better than gettin locked up,
or gettin jammed with that shit I had rocked up, huh!

Chorus:
Now I heard that the South is where yo folks from,
down in the bottoms where they broke some,
whips cross a nigga back, way back,
and now they wonder why we act, how we act,
gold teeth and heavy chevys, and talking slow,
afros & loud ass Italian clothes,
People bar-be-quein in the front yard
Money from the first of the month card!

[Eightball]
If anybody out their hear me get ya hands up,
If anybody out their feel me get ya hands up,
If anybody out their hear me get ya hands up,
If anybody out their feel me get ya hands up!

[MJG]
I got a maid cooking grits, with a, outfit,
so tight my niggas wanna stay the whole nite
Dice game in the kitchen, nigga, T. Lee
Nigga drunk singin sounding like tha Bee Gees
Ham sam'ich in the driveway, drop top
naked women in tha den playing, hop scotch
Thirty bustas in my yard, they be, long gone
So hit me and I'ma keep my, phone on
I be out turning corners, dranking, one fifth
Got some scratches on my rims, cause of one dip
Met a broad yesterday, she hit me, ten times,
if I diss her it'll take a nigga ten lines
MJG standing tall and I, won't fold
You can have all the bitches, cause I, don't hold
on to any woman like a human hand cuff
You got ya hair down baby f**k it, stand up!

(Repeat chorus)

[Eightball]
If anybody out their hear me get ya hands up,
If anybody out their feel me get ya hands up,
If anybody out their hear me get ya hands up,
If anybody out their feel me get ya hands up!

[Big Boi]
How many flows can I compose, I drop this slang like lyrical bows,
stickin out just like an OUTKAST, over thornt from StimmerGroves,
like nachos, the lyrics are crispy, crackin when y'all bite,
been had a coke and a smile, now I'm trippin off Yak & Sprite,
y'all just might seem to skunk out, with a girl who chunked out,
below the Mason-Dixon line, real niggas know what I'm talkin about,
from Texas, Atlanta, oh man, Alabama, Savannah,
The deeper the darker tha dirty south is what I'm after,
no laughter, the content of the rhyme may be contagious
The Space Age is pimpin this, players comin major,
they shot the psycho that sprayed, cut ya wife and played her
The player the B.I.G, B.O.I, dope boy rhyme maker,
beats by the layers, of music right here to please you,
but if ain't that dirty then patna see we don't need you,
you know I'm talkin bout
OutKast, Eightball, MJG on y'all punk motherf**kers!

(Repeat chorus)

[Eightball]
If anybody out their hear me get ya hands up,
If anybody out their feel me get ya hands up,
If anybody out their hear me get ya hands up,
If anybody out their feel me get ya hands up!

[Andre Benjamin]
You wouldn't understand, if you stood under it (ooh),
it's like the more that I talk to you tha dumber that I get,
the closer that I walk to you, the further that we stand,
apart distance, nobody has the upper hand but my bodies resistance,
so now, throw your filangies in tha ground,
I'm still abound, un-believers stay from hell around
I found negatives niggas they only keep ya down,
transmitting from Native American burial grounds
I carry around, the weight of all worlds on my shoulderpads
um post ta blast space invaders up somebodys dad
Serious as Aa-Bb-Cc, if knowledge be the key then
but it roasted on the porch, and wait for ya momma to get off work
So she can roast yo ass, either to finda open window fast
Word to the motherf**ker, word to the motherf**ker
Word to the motherf**ker!

(Repeat chorus)

[Eightball]
If anybody out their hear me get ya hands up,
If anybody out their feel me get ya hands up,
If anybody out their hear me get ya hands up,
If anybody out their feel me get ya hands up!

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Space Age Pimpin

Verse 1 MJG Eightball:

I'm MJG the nigga with the versatile style
Check your calendar realize that I been here for awhile
When I was young I took the soul up out of rhythm and blues
When hip hop originated slowly paid my dues
And take my shoes and try to walk a mile in my past
Without them salt shaker sheisters tryin to get in that ass
It's been too long you motherf**kers fittin to feel the south
Shut your mouth, shut your do you little freak ass hoe
I'm bout tired of all this damn east and west coast shit
Especially when other niggaz tryin to work in this bitch
I paid my dues to the fullest, worked to god damn hard
For you too kill the industry and leave me out of a job
You niggaz strain yourself, to maintain yourself
And now you playin with enough rope to actually hang yourself
But you don't care, hell, you constantly fallin deep in the plot
Mesmerized from all the bitches and the money you got
You must of forgot they said that rap would never last ten years
And if your selfish to the fact, I'm tryin to have a career
Now listen here, what do we have, we got probable cause
To keep the pen on the paper and the glock in your drawers, nigga

Remember back when we used to do this shit for fun
Bein the dopest on my block made me ranked number one
No gun, just a pen and notebook paper by the sheet
In the crib, gettin funky off the next nigga beat
No electronics to make the shit that I wrote the chronic
Shit sick enough to bring vomit from your stomach
Quick as a comet, shield your eyes from the UV
Groovey, like a nigga from a Batman movie
Real about the shit that I express over dope beats
You can't say it was fake unless you grew up on my street
Concrete head niggaz, runnin from FED niggaz,
Po' ass scared niggaz, that came out dead niggaz
And all I ever wanted to be was an emcee
Did a little dirt and found it wasn't for me
Poetry flowin through my bloodstream like a drug
I'm addicted to rhyme because I love the buzz, nigga

Chorus, Repeat 2X:

My reason for rhyme
Because I'm true to this rap
My reason for rhyme
Because I'm real with this rap
My reason for rhyme
It ain't all about the cheese
Even though fat lp's can make a nigga g's

Verse 2, MJG:

My reason for rhymin, while I'm in, a position to be tellin
It's not about the fame and them bitches who be yellin
At my concerts, one verse, dicks up, quick f**k
Lies start spreadin now you tangled in a mix up
I gits up, do sits up, and squeeze my mental mindrame back in order
And use my hand as a tape recorder
Jottin down all the information placed in front of me
The good time, the bad time, the way I think it oughta be
Now follow G, can you comprehend?
If you can then drink a shot of Hen
Hit this hand on your silver end
Friends don't be friends and foes don't be foes
However the way you bring it, that's how you want it, I suppose
I can stay up out the game keep my aim on my paper
And I'll be sure to keep my pimpin real with Tony Draper
And I'll potray the man that I'm known to be
Dim the lights (Hip-tie) for the MJG

Chorus, Repeat 2X

Verse 3, Eightball:

Give me a crowd of wild niggaz who love real hip hop
And watched smoke get soaked up, like water in a mop
Drop presidents among me and my own folk
And let that bullshit walk among the past with ghosts
Ain't no hope of bein takin seriously
When limited avenues are given to me
So, naturally I take shit and make shit mine
Jackin only for position in this thing called rhyme
Freestyle, not great, but if you wait for a second
I could write some shit down that could get a gold record
Thought about not the first thing that I think about
MJG and Eightball and hard is how we comin out
Runnin out, niggaz who can't hold on like En Vogue
Even though I moved out the mound I'm still ten toed
Down for the shit I do, the Suave House crew
True to this shit, because this shit is so true

Chorus, Repeat 2X

End with shoutouts

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You Don't Want Drama

[Intro - P. Diddy]
It's Bad Boy South Niggaz, Ball and G
Orange Mound, the moment you been waitin for
Collaboration, c'mon now
Let's go, let's go, let's so, c'mon

[Verse 1 - Eightball]
Straight from the underground, fat boy from the mound
Spit it how I live it, keep it gutter, that's how we get down
I wanna see you get it crunk, let a nigga know what hood you from
Eveybody wit me drunk as f**k, break it down, then roll it up
Back it up, a girl like you, a nigga like me can't pass it up
Rollin by, lookin good, put it in reverse then back it up
What's the deal, lemme make it clear what you got rite here
They break mold, one of a kind, fat boy witta gold mouth that shine
Hard to touch, sorry to tell you, boys out here ain't hard as us
Ball and G, part of the streets, cuz the streets are a part of us
Lay it down, please remember, games we don't play them now
Disrespect, please remember, stains we gon spray them round

[Chorus]
Buss a nigga head, smack a ho, shoot the club up
Buss a nigga head, smack a ho, shoot the club up

Bitch...nigga!!!
Bitch...nigga!!!
Bitch...nigga!!!
Bitch..

You don't want drama, no!
You don't want none, no!
You don't want drama, no!
You don't want none, no!

[Verse 2 - MJG]
Get up (Get up) Get crunk (Get crunk)
Let's race to the trunk (To the trunk)
Get a pump, unload and dump
Forget it, close the trunk
In the middle of a fire, scotch and burn him, overheat him
Really mistreat him, let's Rodney King him and over beat him
MJG is the reason yo season needed seasonal spices
They needed more life and lucky yo wife was bleedin
Now your life is leavin yo body, for drinkin too much Bacardi
You should've known when you started
Never f**k with G and E
In any climate I'm shinin, floss, I'm perfect wit timin
I'm good for rippin and rhymin in and out the beat
And Eightball is loadin the clip, for niggaz supposin to trip
And you know I'm rollin the whip, we finna set 'em free

[Chorus]

[Verse 3 - Eightball]
Eightball and G, get it crunk fa sho
My swagger, my flavor, my pimpin, my flow
My ho, my woman, my slacks, my denims
My backstroke in swimmin, in pools wit models in 'em
Them boys, they hate it, we hustle, we made it
We richer, the picture, is two of the greatest

[MJG]
The realest, you bump some Ball and G you gon feel it
Guaranteed, muhf**ker, stamp, sign, seal it

[Eightball]
We placin, the fakest, they don't give it up we gon take it
The realest up in in this niggaz buckin, bitches shakin

[MJG]
They asses, but cash it, might be a habit
Like mics when we grab it, we cock it, we blast it

[Chorus]

[Outro - P. Diddy]
So here we go, Bab Boy South
Ball and G, Orange Mound
New York collaboration
You don't want no drama, you don't want none
I see you ATL, let's tear this shit up
C'mon, c'mon... I said let's tear this shit up!
Yeah, Ball and G, Bad Boy South
Let's go, let's work these motherf**kers
Let's get this money niggaz, yeah, as we proceed...

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