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Tytuł: Nobody but me

  • Wykonawca: Eightball
  • Wy¶wietleń: 288

  
   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 ..)