8Ball, MJG - For Real lyrics
[8Ball, MJG - For Real lyrics]
"When hard times seem to find you
(yeah, that's for real)
When all your good days behind you
(yeah, that's for real)
When there's no sofa to recline to
(yeah, that's for real)
And you just constantly have to pay a due
(yeah that's for real)
But, if you broke shit straight till
You make a little money
E’ybody gonna say you done changed
And e’ry motherfucka think e’ry
Other motherfucka tryin’ to
Find a new hold in the game
See it ain't nothin’ but the real
Niggas gettin’ killed for the materialistic
Hoes on the hunt for a quick trick
Ain't shit shakin' but the
Leaves in them trees
Yo motherfuckin' knees and my
Goddamn car keys
I know it ain't really shit to
It but to do it
But trying I usually go through it
But so we do it like a mack, in fact
I keep my cool you ask me who my master is
I say my gun rules
It choose only to make moves
With a certain pack the real pack
’cause them bustas try to hold you back
In fact, I could name a few
But I ain't gon’ waste
No precious time talkin' about them
On my precious tape
Pussy sucka in disguise, undercover
Fake brothas tryin' to come between another
Just like a wedge and some wood
Tryin' to put a split in your shit
Slick busta up to no good
As I kick back, smoke a beedi with the needy
Society's gettin’ greedy
Ain't no future in your peace treaty
They try to label every
Rapper in the industry
Especially if he speaks of
Hennessy and independency if you're real
"When hard times seem to find you
(yeah, that's for real)
When all your good days behind you
(yeah, that's for real)
When there's no sofa to recline to
(yeah, that's for real)
And you just constantly have to pay a due
(yeah that's for real)
But, if you broke shit straight till
You make a little money
E’ybody gonna say you done changed
And e’ry motherfucka think e’ry
Other motherfucka tryin’ to
Find a new hold in the game
Who am I? It's 8-Bizzal
Do you recall? Mr big, Mr big
In your trunk splittin' wigs
Mane, that's the same time I could recollect
Young trick in my face asking
Me if I claim sets
And here's this other fool with
Dreads growin’ from his head
He tryin’ to tell me ’bout
Some shit Farrakhan said
I try to listen cause 8ball ain't
The one to knock it
But, I can't hear over the
Echo from my empty pocket
Instead of sweating me, fool, sweat Chuck D
Cause, I been true to playa shit since ’83
Southern funkadelic preacher
I'm here to reach ya don't be so prejudiced
And let my holy words teach ya
I never rap about sets
’cause I ain't been through that
Even though a nigga did
Dirt and packed straps
I don't do what you do
And you don't see what I see
Therefore we could not be the same
Do you feel me? I come from Tennessee and
Love drinkin’ Hennessy
Peace to KRS, but here’s my philosophy
I got the remedy four seconds after now
Yo my nig’, tell ’em who you is
Who am I? MJG, Pimp Tight
Knock on wood twice, pour the drinks
Dim the lights
What I say, is every day, P-O-etry
The R-E-A-L, same shit that I sell
Hell, you gon’ do yo’ thang, I’m gon’ do mine
Fine, I’m gon’ sip some wine
You might find some other way
To pass your time
It ain’t bout where you from
It’s bout what you do
And doin’ wrong gon’ make clues
So trouble gon’ stick to you
True blue pimp shit is hard to break
But playa hatin’ bustas put the
Icin’ on the cake
Hate to see they own homies with a few ends
And still wonder why they
Can’t get no dividends
A man ain’t who he say he is
If he gotta give false information
’bout what he had and how he live
And don’t shit but the truth set you free
So trick, stop all that lyin’
Get those shackles ’way from me
He who tells the first lie
Gets the first smack
A chain react on the mack
Flossin’ fake facts
A freaky naked hoe makes no record deal
Perpetrators, get for real
"When hard times seem to find you
(yeah, that's for real)
When all your good days behind you
(yeah, that's for real)
When there's no sofa to recline to
(yeah, that's for real)
And you just constantly have to pay a due
(yeah that's for real)
But, if you broke shit straight till
You make a little money
E’ybody gonna say you done changed
And e’ry motherfucka think e’ry
Other motherfucka tryin’ to
Find a new hold in the game
See in my past
I thought it was all in my mind
But in time, I came to find, people are blind
To the fact
I don’t give a fuck about your thoughts
Motherfuck the radio and fuck
The magazine talk
Walk with the playa down the
Highway of what I say
Hear what I say is just another
Way to make me paid
Instead of gettin’ sprayed or
Runnin’ from police
I am in the studio, smoked out
Bustin’ rhymes
And jealous hoes, male and female
Been givin’ a nigga hell, now that I am
Jealous of the fact that my
Mack is not an act instead of packin’ gats
I’m strapped with my DATs
And all my homies slang dope for a livin’
Or livin’ in a prison ’cause
They couldn’t fade the system
I miss them, but still I gots to get up on my
I’m on a mission so the future
Won’t see me in prison
Niggas come to me with demos of they poetry
I try to listen, cause I
Used to be that nigga, g
Now do you feel me? I hope you feel these
Words, from Iz-8-Biz-all, for real
"When hard times seem to find you
(yeah, that's for real)
When all your good days behind you
(yeah, that's for real)
When there's no sofa to recline to
(yeah, that's for real)
And you just constantly have to pay a due
(yeah that's for real)
But, if you broke shit straight till
You make a little money
E’ybody gonna say you done changed
And e’ry motherfucka think e’ry
Other motherfucka tryin’ to
Find a new hold in the game
(yeah, that's for real)
When all your good days behind you
(yeah, that's for real)
When there's no sofa to recline to
(yeah, that's for real)
And you just constantly have to pay a due
(yeah that's for real)
But, if you broke shit straight till
You make a little money
E’ybody gonna say you done changed
And e’ry motherfucka think e’ry
Other motherfucka tryin’ to
Find a new hold in the game
See it ain't nothin’ but the real
Niggas gettin’ killed for the materialistic
Hoes on the hunt for a quick trick
Ain't shit shakin' but the
Leaves in them trees
Yo motherfuckin' knees and my
Goddamn car keys
I know it ain't really shit to
It but to do it
But trying I usually go through it
But so we do it like a mack, in fact
I keep my cool you ask me who my master is
I say my gun rules
It choose only to make moves
With a certain pack the real pack
’cause them bustas try to hold you back
In fact, I could name a few
But I ain't gon’ waste
No precious time talkin' about them
On my precious tape
Pussy sucka in disguise, undercover
Fake brothas tryin' to come between another
Just like a wedge and some wood
Tryin' to put a split in your shit
Slick busta up to no good
As I kick back, smoke a beedi with the needy
Society's gettin’ greedy
Ain't no future in your peace treaty
They try to label every
Rapper in the industry
Especially if he speaks of
Hennessy and independency if you're real
"When hard times seem to find you
(yeah, that's for real)
When all your good days behind you
(yeah, that's for real)
When there's no sofa to recline to
(yeah, that's for real)
And you just constantly have to pay a due
(yeah that's for real)
But, if you broke shit straight till
You make a little money
E’ybody gonna say you done changed
And e’ry motherfucka think e’ry
Other motherfucka tryin’ to
Find a new hold in the game
Who am I? It's 8-Bizzal
Do you recall? Mr big, Mr big
In your trunk splittin' wigs
Mane, that's the same time I could recollect
Young trick in my face asking
Me if I claim sets
And here's this other fool with
Dreads growin’ from his head
He tryin’ to tell me ’bout
Some shit Farrakhan said
I try to listen cause 8ball ain't
The one to knock it
But, I can't hear over the
Echo from my empty pocket
Instead of sweating me, fool, sweat Chuck D
Cause, I been true to playa shit since ’83
Southern funkadelic preacher
I'm here to reach ya don't be so prejudiced
And let my holy words teach ya
I never rap about sets
’cause I ain't been through that
Even though a nigga did
Dirt and packed straps
I don't do what you do
And you don't see what I see
Therefore we could not be the same
Do you feel me? I come from Tennessee and
Love drinkin’ Hennessy
Peace to KRS, but here’s my philosophy
I got the remedy four seconds after now
Yo my nig’, tell ’em who you is
Who am I? MJG, Pimp Tight
Knock on wood twice, pour the drinks
Dim the lights
What I say, is every day, P-O-etry
The R-E-A-L, same shit that I sell
Hell, you gon’ do yo’ thang, I’m gon’ do mine
Fine, I’m gon’ sip some wine
You might find some other way
To pass your time
It ain’t bout where you from
It’s bout what you do
And doin’ wrong gon’ make clues
So trouble gon’ stick to you
True blue pimp shit is hard to break
But playa hatin’ bustas put the
Icin’ on the cake
Hate to see they own homies with a few ends
And still wonder why they
Can’t get no dividends
A man ain’t who he say he is
If he gotta give false information
’bout what he had and how he live
And don’t shit but the truth set you free
So trick, stop all that lyin’
Get those shackles ’way from me
He who tells the first lie
Gets the first smack
A chain react on the mack
Flossin’ fake facts
A freaky naked hoe makes no record deal
Perpetrators, get for real
"When hard times seem to find you
(yeah, that's for real)
When all your good days behind you
(yeah, that's for real)
When there's no sofa to recline to
(yeah, that's for real)
And you just constantly have to pay a due
(yeah that's for real)
But, if you broke shit straight till
You make a little money
E’ybody gonna say you done changed
And e’ry motherfucka think e’ry
Other motherfucka tryin’ to
Find a new hold in the game
See in my past
I thought it was all in my mind
But in time, I came to find, people are blind
To the fact
I don’t give a fuck about your thoughts
Motherfuck the radio and fuck
The magazine talk
Walk with the playa down the
Highway of what I say
Hear what I say is just another
Way to make me paid
Instead of gettin’ sprayed or
Runnin’ from police
I am in the studio, smoked out
Bustin’ rhymes
And jealous hoes, male and female
Been givin’ a nigga hell, now that I am
Jealous of the fact that my
Mack is not an act instead of packin’ gats
I’m strapped with my DATs
And all my homies slang dope for a livin’
Or livin’ in a prison ’cause
They couldn’t fade the system
I miss them, but still I gots to get up on my
I’m on a mission so the future
Won’t see me in prison
Niggas come to me with demos of they poetry
I try to listen, cause I
Used to be that nigga, g
Now do you feel me? I hope you feel these
Words, from Iz-8-Biz-all, for real
"When hard times seem to find you
(yeah, that's for real)
When all your good days behind you
(yeah, that's for real)
When there's no sofa to recline to
(yeah, that's for real)
And you just constantly have to pay a due
(yeah that's for real)
But, if you broke shit straight till
You make a little money
E’ybody gonna say you done changed
And e’ry motherfucka think e’ry
Other motherfucka tryin’ to
Find a new hold in the game
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