Lirik Lagu Reason For Rhyme - Eightball & MJG
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Verse 1, MJG, Eightball:
I'm MJG, the nigga with the versatile styleCheck your calendar realize that I been here for awhileWhen I was young I took the soul up out of rhythm and bluesWhen hip hop originated slowly paid my duesAnd take my shoes, and try to walk a mile in my pastWithout them salt shaker sheisters tryin to get in that assIt's been too long, you motherfuckers fittin to feel the southShut your mouth, shut your do you little freak ass hoeI'm bout tired of all this damn east and west coast shitEspecially when other niggaz tryin to work in this bitchI paid my dues to the fullest, worked to god damn hardFor you too kill the industry and leave me out of a jobYou niggaz strain yourself, to maintain yourselfAnd now you playin with enough rope to actually hang yourselfBut you don't care, hell, you constantly fallin deep in the plotMesmerized from all the bitches and the money you gotYou must of forgot they said that rap would never last ten yearsAnd if your selfish to the fact, I'm tryin to have a careerNow listen here, what do we have, we got probable causeTo keep the pen on the paper and the glock in your drawers, nigga
Remember back when we used to do this shit for funBein the dopest on my block made me ranked number oneNo gun, just a pen and notebook paper by the sheetIn the crib, gettin funky off the next nigga beatNo electronics to make the shit that I wrote the chronicShit sick enough to bring vomit from your stomachQuick as a comet, shield your eyes from the UVGroovey, like a nigga from a Batman movieReal about the shit that I express over dope beatsYou can't say it was fake unless you grew up on my streetConcrete head niggaz, runnin from FED niggaz,Po' ass scared niggaz, that came out dead niggazAnd all I ever wanted to be was an emceeDid a little dirt and found it wasn't for mePoetry flowin through my bloodstream like a drugI'm addicted to rhyme because I love the buzz, nigga
Chorus, Repeat 2X:
My reason for rhymeBecause I'm true to this rapMy reason for rhymeBecause I'm real with this rapMy reason for rhymeIt ain't all about the cheeseEven though fat lp's can make a nigga g's
Verse 2, MJG:
My reason for rhymin, while I'm in, a position to be tellinIt's not about the fame and them bitches who be yellinAt my concerts, one verse, dicks up, quick fuckLies start spreadin now you tangled in a mix upI gits up, do sits up, and squeeze my mental mindrame back in orderAnd use my hand as a tape recorderJottin down all the information placed in front of meThe good time, the bad time, the way I think it oughta beNow follow G, can you comprehend?If you can then drink a shot of HenHit this hand on your silver endFriends don't be friends and foes don't be foesHowever the way you bring it, that's how you want it, I supposeI can stay up out the game keep my aim on my paperAnd I'll be sure to keep my pimpin real with Tony DraperAnd I'll potray the man that I'm known to beDim the lights (Hip-tie) for the MJG
Chorus, Repeat 2X
Verse 3, Eightball:
Give me a crowd of wild niggaz who love real hip hopAnd watched smoke get soaked up, like water in a mopDrop presidents among me and my own folkAnd let that bullshit walk among the past with ghostsAin't no hope of bein takin seriouslyWhen limited avenues are given to meSo, naturally I take shit and make shit mineJackin only for position in this thing called rhymeFreestyle, not great, but if you wait for a secondI could write some shit down that could get a gold recordThought about not the first thing that I think aboutMJG and Eightball and hard is how we comin outRunnin out, niggaz who can't hold on like En VogueEven though I moved out the mound I'm still ten toedDown for the shit I do, the Suave House crewTrue to this shit, because this shit is so true
Chorus, Repeat 2X
End with shoutouts
I'm MJG, the nigga with the versatile styleCheck your calendar realize that I been here for awhileWhen I was young I took the soul up out of rhythm and bluesWhen hip hop originated slowly paid my duesAnd take my shoes, and try to walk a mile in my pastWithout them salt shaker sheisters tryin to get in that assIt's been too long, you motherfuckers fittin to feel the southShut your mouth, shut your do you little freak ass hoeI'm bout tired of all this damn east and west coast shitEspecially when other niggaz tryin to work in this bitchI paid my dues to the fullest, worked to god damn hardFor you too kill the industry and leave me out of a jobYou niggaz strain yourself, to maintain yourselfAnd now you playin with enough rope to actually hang yourselfBut you don't care, hell, you constantly fallin deep in the plotMesmerized from all the bitches and the money you gotYou must of forgot they said that rap would never last ten yearsAnd if your selfish to the fact, I'm tryin to have a careerNow listen here, what do we have, we got probable causeTo keep the pen on the paper and the glock in your drawers, nigga
Remember back when we used to do this shit for funBein the dopest on my block made me ranked number oneNo gun, just a pen and notebook paper by the sheetIn the crib, gettin funky off the next nigga beatNo electronics to make the shit that I wrote the chronicShit sick enough to bring vomit from your stomachQuick as a comet, shield your eyes from the UVGroovey, like a nigga from a Batman movieReal about the shit that I express over dope beatsYou can't say it was fake unless you grew up on my streetConcrete head niggaz, runnin from FED niggaz,Po' ass scared niggaz, that came out dead niggazAnd all I ever wanted to be was an emceeDid a little dirt and found it wasn't for mePoetry flowin through my bloodstream like a drugI'm addicted to rhyme because I love the buzz, nigga
Chorus, Repeat 2X:
My reason for rhymeBecause I'm true to this rapMy reason for rhymeBecause I'm real with this rapMy reason for rhymeIt ain't all about the cheeseEven though fat lp's can make a nigga g's
Verse 2, MJG:
My reason for rhymin, while I'm in, a position to be tellinIt's not about the fame and them bitches who be yellinAt my concerts, one verse, dicks up, quick fuckLies start spreadin now you tangled in a mix upI gits up, do sits up, and squeeze my mental mindrame back in orderAnd use my hand as a tape recorderJottin down all the information placed in front of meThe good time, the bad time, the way I think it oughta beNow follow G, can you comprehend?If you can then drink a shot of HenHit this hand on your silver endFriends don't be friends and foes don't be foesHowever the way you bring it, that's how you want it, I supposeI can stay up out the game keep my aim on my paperAnd I'll be sure to keep my pimpin real with Tony DraperAnd I'll potray the man that I'm known to beDim the lights (Hip-tie) for the MJG
Chorus, Repeat 2X
Verse 3, Eightball:
Give me a crowd of wild niggaz who love real hip hopAnd watched smoke get soaked up, like water in a mopDrop presidents among me and my own folkAnd let that bullshit walk among the past with ghostsAin't no hope of bein takin seriouslyWhen limited avenues are given to meSo, naturally I take shit and make shit mineJackin only for position in this thing called rhymeFreestyle, not great, but if you wait for a secondI could write some shit down that could get a gold recordThought about not the first thing that I think aboutMJG and Eightball and hard is how we comin outRunnin out, niggaz who can't hold on like En VogueEven though I moved out the mound I'm still ten toedDown for the shit I do, the Suave House crewTrue to this shit, because this shit is so true
Chorus, Repeat 2X
End with shoutouts
