Reason for Rhyme

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Eightball & MJG

8Ball & MJG is an American hip hop duo from Memphis, Tennessee. They met at Ridgeway Middle School in 1984. In 1993, the duo released their debut album Comin' Out Hard. They went on to release On the Outside Looking In (1994), On Top of the World (1995), In Our Lifetime (1999), Space Age 4 Eva (2000), Living Legends (2004), Ridin High (2007) and Ten Toes Down (2010). more »

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1997

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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 motherfuckers 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 
 
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 

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 

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*ck 
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 

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 

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 

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 

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 

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

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