Eightball & Mjg - Nobody But Me

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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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