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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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2008

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Yeah, yeah, Space Age forever; Niggas and hos better recognize 
Eightball and MJG, been ten toes down in this game 
Since we were two young playas in a one-horse town 
Then hopped to a muthafuckin' grasshopper 
Nigga, my life would have been done got cut off
If my dues weren't paid

It's a thinnin' line between wrong and right 
Trapped in a trap till the mornin' light 
Ghetto ain't left me no choices; I had to fight 
My mama 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

In the middle of doin' crime; 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 gon' see me in Memphis 
It was like a time they looked over Tennessee
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 used to use your 4-5 instrumental to do my shows 
And, look, I was seventeen when I signed my first contract 
And about eighteen and a half when I signed my worst contract; we hurt from that 
And till 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 done paid my dues

It's a thinnin' line between wrong and right 
Trapped in a trap till the mornin' light 
Ghetto ain't left me no choices; I had to fight 
My mama 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

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*ck the cheese; 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, fuckin' with hos 
Box Chevy with the spokes and vogues
Niggas didn't know shit about a twenty inch Mo-Mo 
Hard head, young nigga don't believe that shit till I see that shit 
See them heavyweight niggas; one day, I'm gonna be that shit 
Okay, everybody know everybody done sold dope, ran with a gang 
Pimp some hos and snorted a little coke, but, uh 
I'm space again, and we'll forever be 
Eightball, the fat mack, and M-J-fuckin'-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 fucked to this 
Expand, give all my true fans what they demand 
Do my part again and, uh, come out hard again, and, uh
Keep space again, and we'll forever be
Eightball, the fat mack, and M-J-fuckin'-G

It's a thinnin' line between wrong and right 
Trapped in a trap till the mornin' light 
Ghetto ain't left me no choices; I had to fight 
My mama 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

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