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Eightball & MJG Miscellaneous Nobody But Me MJG: It ain't no changing me, no matter what you claim to see I can only aim to be, M-J-G If thangs seem strange to me, they can't be the same with me You know it's lame to be, somethin that you know is a lie Hoes want a nigga to try to be somethin that he ain't, right before your eyes, livin his life in a fuckin disguise Follow the pack, and wind up dead last (Go on) Real dummy with your scared ass In the future, ain't nobody gonna listen to you (Why) Cause you do whatever to please the crew It's easy to - Kiss ass for your wealth, Or get cash for yourself I think I'll go with the green, Cause asses I do not clean As bad as the shit might seem, I got a get-right team Nigga, sensing myself and I, it ain't ever let a day go by Without reality checks, fuck my salary check, that ain't the reason why I want respect, but you ain't finna distress I gotta keep a level head, fuck what a devil said I'm stayin me, M-J fuckin G - Put your trust in me.. Chorus: I can't be nobody but me, and that's all I can be I can't be who you want me to be, cause nigga, that ain't me (repeat x 4) Eight: 100 ways to die, and I done survived 99 99 lives lost and one of them could've been mine Blind with my eyes open, seein what is killin me Feelin what is killin me, but wantin more constantly Runnin from temptation, but I'm much to slow to get away Gang, shootin niggas and bitches fuckin with me everyday Man if I was lame and couldn't see em from a mile away Smile on their mug, and in their minds, nothin but jealousy Why should I get caught up in that bullshit not concernin me Yeah, I run with Suave and we gone ride til infinity Lord if I was lyin, strike me right here as I'm speakin this Separate the strong from the cowardly and the weak at this (repeat chorus x 4) Eight: I see him everyday, point shaven and cravin for the money that I be savin, and the moves that I be makin Breakin rules, tryin not to be one of them broke fools robbin niggas comin from school, thinkin that that shit is cool Served out, whether sober, playboy, I got heataz for ya Quick to shoot, because that indo boosts up my paranoia I rap the blues, cause the blues is what I'm livin nigga Surrounded my animals - livin and dyin by the trigga Word to me, and if that shit don't meet your expectations Fuck you critics, I do this for the underground nation Slab ridaz, nigga, drug traffickaz and jackaz Heat packaz, nigga, all my homeboys ain't rappaz And, I wouldn't say it if it wasn't necessary All of this is just a test, tryin to prepare me My future's lookin dark, and I don't think it's gettin brighter Forever Eightball, Pimp-Caso, Poetry writer... MJG: It's hard to be, something that you didn't start to be these streets be apart of me, until it's hard to see till the years when it's hard to walk, gettin old and, it's hard to talk, I'm on a line of chalk it seems thinner than a line of thread, but through all this still instead, I'm real after all Paper, short or tall - Wife, be big and small and still down to earth, I'll still be on the scene Life like a tv screen, but I keep my strength and I'll keep my hope (Why?) Cause I know they got me under the scope But, if you're lookin at me, Look close, and your ass will learn Maybe when you have your turn, and take a stand and shit You might be a man and shit, make your own plan and shit Cause I don't make no moves unless G wanna make that move Fuck he and she wanna make that move, I got a face that blues when a nigga gotta pay them dues, and they lookin at my face like Ooo Mane, you broke and shit, but they ain't gonna throw me out a rope and shit I'm a drown and choke and shit And my folkaz get clowdy with that hocus pokus shit, I'll be the brokest trick... But, I'm gone be myself, Pimp type nigga for sho' Once again like I did it befo', up top or below I'm a keep my feet on the flo', and do it in the heat or the snow Give me a beat and I go, Off like a champ on your ass Drop the mic and vamp on your ass, stick a stamp on your ass Send you off to camp on your ass...when I rain, I'll dampen your path. (repeat chorus ..) |
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