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  • Текст песни Eightball & MJG - Nobody But Me



    MJG: 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 ..)