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Versuri Eightball and MJG - Nobody But Me
Versuri-versuri.ro > Versuri Litera E > Versuri Eightball and MJG > In Our Lifetime Vol. 1 - 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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