8Ball, MJG - No Sellout lyrics

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

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

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

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