Eightball Mjg No Sellout Lyrics

No Sellout Lyrics

[ VERSE 1: 8Ball ]



Tell me what's goin on, damn, I need help to see



I have chains on my brain from the strain of the



Mental corruption eruptin through this industry



All I see is New York rappers back and forth on BET



See, I'm the first true southern funkadelic preacher



Drink a 'yac and smoke a blunt and watch it get deeper



But not so deep I have to perpetrate to gain respect



Instead of judgin me you need to get yourself in check



And I'm not gonna be the wanna-be you want to see



Oh no, I cannot sell my soul







[ VERSE 2: MJG ]



MJG for the Nine-Fo, what's it gonna be?



Another year for the p-i-m-p in the street



Yes, it's me, the one who clocks when it's time to get explicit



It's comin from the truth when I kick it



So dear critic, you thinkin on terms of how it needs to be



I'm tellin you how it is and what I has to live and what I got to give



To the ears of the ones who wanna listen



Some don't understand,, so they really don't know what they're missin



Hard times made hard heads in the South



You get respect bein real, no sell-out







[ VERSE 3: 8Ball ]



In '93 I was rappin about my curls and my Cadillac



The pimp blast, takin you fast, smokin grass and all that



Players got the message, busters didn't attempt to listen



Thinkin that we was talkin about that on-the-corner fake pimpin



Hell yeah, I'm that player from the underground



All-black assassin from the neighborhood of Orange Mound



They don't understand, why, they being society



The white people who run this nation got somethin against me



Me bein a young black male with an education



Teachin this pimpin, so the blacks will one day rule this nation



But every day another brother tries to kill me



Jack me because of the poverty in communities



Where you either have to sell crack or jack, man



What I'm tryin to stress to you is, don't step to the fat man



Because today I'm rappin, rockin shows and pullin hoes



But tomorrow I might be on the cut slingin dope



See, in the studio I'm killin fools vocally



But if it came down to it, I could do it silently



Fuck the President, the media can quote me



Listen to them lyrics, fool, I ain't sellin out, gee







[ VERSE 4: MJG ]



You gotta be hard in this business, ain't no suckers, ain't no sell-outs



It's the way that you go in it, that's the way you gonna go out



First of all: never break up with them hustlers that you started with



Long as this happens you and your click won't accomplish sh...



Should've thought about it real hard



Now how could any group that's meant to be together be apart?



And if you start with a strong mind, think with a strong mind



B-u-s-i-n-e-ss time



I'm in the lab, chiefin hay, comin up with gold



Pimp mobile, hit the reel, let the platinum roll



See, I was taught, not the easy, but the hard way



Hustle after hustle after hustle each and every day



I gotta stay down to earth, cause I'm from Orange Mound



See, that's my hood, understood in the M-Town



Memphis-bound players, pimp type, black, strong, young 



Level-headed Tennesseee, hustlers got it goin on



Bad to the bone when I roam through the area



Carry a, automatic weapon for my burial



When it's all over what it is and what it's all about?



Stay true to your homies and your music, no sell-out