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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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Verse One: MJG 
Here comes the one they call the P.I. M.P. 
Straight out the cut no one can see I bust these 
Way out of touch with all them bustas in my rear view 
but see they game so lame I can hear through 
I Hens doggin at the bar actin real nice (real nice) 
Six pack of Hen straight up with no ice tap me twice 
Did you really want my full attention? 
Sometimes my mind (intertwine) with the tenth dimension 
I see you inchin to my ride, tired, rest them legs 
Soon as you open up your mouth (uhh) there's the head 
Now who I be, MJG, certified, mic controller 
(Uncle Sam, I want you!) Trick bend over 
I'm a petrified rapper talkin, and you ain't nuttin 
but an electrified shyster walkin, I'm tired of savin 
people from takin these dead end trips, I'ma just go 
and bust this champagne upside your ship, alright you hip? 
You in a hurry? You can't relate? 
Don't ever say that I ain't try to set it to you straight 
I'm out the gate before you hate but I'll be back again 
You saw me faintly through the crowd but now I'm in the wind 
Once again 
Chorus: Eightball and MJG 
In the wind, it's a bird, it's a plane 
Now it be them hustlers with that skin tight game 
In your mix, scopin you, scopin me 
Eightball and MJG to the end, bustas we in the wind 
Verse Two: Eightball 
I sold my soul to this hustle, homeboy scratch what you heard 
T front me a keyboard, I flipped it like a bird, word 
on them streets be them Suave House beats 
In the Benz blowin Sweets got your gal between my sheets 
Speak -- I ain't have to say one little thang 
The fame of my name blew the ghetto freak brain 
Lookin for a meal ticket, she let me stick it 
Wicked when she lick it, tryin to make me trick it 
Girl, when I was broke it seemed all about the luxury 
Now I got cheese, I got a pay a girl to love with me 
But I'm a jelly worker, like Smuckers 
Workin against them suckers, big facin just to love a 
broad that done been around the world in a day 
Bear lovin whoever got cheddar to pay 
Ball like no trick ass, them shakers if I tip 
I be drunk, in the club, smokin sticky cat nip 
Slip, as if a banana peel was dropped in my path 
into a body bodyworkin not discussin no math 
Playa haters all around me as I stumble and grin 
Snatch my vest, twist somethin, hit the rumble and then... 
Chorus 2X 
Verse Three: MJG, Eightball 
I flip scripts on young dips who think they hip 
Smoke up your whole zip, sess hydro or crip 
Time and time again, stories have been told 
About the super hustler dyin tryin to get the gold 
Concrete jungle full of, carnivorous firearm 
Hunger for flesh, and pray on who ain't strong 
Heavy weighters, with plenty hoes that buy em alligators 
In the wind, breakin all big ? 
Pick artificial tricks stolen money makers 
Money trees come in please, help a player shake a 
million down to the ground, feel them hits fall 
Ride with me I'll run your game into a brick wall, trick y'all 
is what this false literary do, then reality come 
(and snatch the natural dust out you) who speaks the truth? 
Whose your leeches? Whose your friends? 
I plan to bring the realness back again, but until then 
I'm in the wind 
Chorus 4X

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