Eightball Amp Mjg Nobody But Me Lyrics

Nobody But Me Lyrics

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 ..)