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Versuri Eightball & MJG - Nobody But Me
Versuri-versuri.ro > Versuri Litera E > Versuri Eightball & MJG > Miscellaneous - Nobody But MeMJG:    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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