8Ball, MJG - Top Of The World lyrics

Hey MJG MJG and that nigga 8Ball and 8Ball
On top of the world on top of the world

Uh, let me drop it on the one
It's the fat mack dope like an 8Ball
That's why people call me that
Some used to call me Mr big
But I had to flip
Now they call me Mr ruffle 'cause
I'm all about my chips
Matter 'fact you need a jackhammer
Just to dig me
Orange juice and DT keep a playa tipsy
It only seems like yesterday thinking back
I had to work a job and
Hustle just to keep a sack
Stuck in Orange Mound, ten toes down
Nowhere to go but up
I'm underground I'm so down
But God bless me with this gift of poetry
So with this CD the world
Could see what I see
Came hard for them bustas on
The outside looking in
Made mad ends with some paper and a pen than
Did it again, for all of ya'll
MJG and 8Ball sitting on top of the world

Hey MJG MJG and that nigga 8Ball and 8Ball
On top of the world on top of the world

Keep that animosity that you got
Against me off your chest
'Cause you can't bring me down even
If you tried your best
I guess is what I gotsta do
Separate myself from them bustas hang
Tight with my own crew
Some people hate to see me make it
And any opportunity they get where they can
Hurt me they go'n take it
I hate it, but 'too late, it gets rougher
My chrome plated thang blew your
Cover in the gutter
Of the brothers who don't know me well
Claim that they do
And persistence turn a lie into
The truth ain't no use
First of all I believe in God
I'm coming out hard
And I can finish anything you can start
Cross your heart
As I keep a tight grip on my tone
'Cause when I ain't at home it's gonna
Let me know that I ain't alone
I'm gone, mentally speaking
MJG, on top of the world diamondsand
Pearls all that I can see

Hey MJG MJG and that nigga 8Ball and 8Ball
On top of the world on top of the world

I've seen so much from coast to
Coast and state to state
Bird slanging ballas
And the fakest of the fake
Getting paid, getting played
Getting sprayed in the streets
While me and MJG getting paid freaking beats
We're versatile, south style, rap ability
I had to catch a plane that
Took me far from my community
Made a lot of cheese, people say I changed
But, if you thinking this you never
Knew me from the gate mane
Much respect to young G's
On the streets banging
And all my niggas who survive
Day to day swanging
And I'll keep serving all my dope vocally
'Cause it's survival of the fittest, mentally

I've seen a lot of luxuries
Fine cars, movie stars, social bars
Many women, fake friends in my face, nine ten
Even though I stack
Don't stand down on my income
I never would forget about the
Streets that I come from
The drugs, the violence
Not one day of silence
The robbing, the shooting
Mothas prostitutin'
The Mound is my home, the hood im around
But, if you jack me
Your whole family going down
Your motha, your daddy, your aunty
Your cousins
They all going out by the whole dirty dozen
M, JG, music in the streets scholar
On top of the world tryin to make a dollar

Hey MJG MJG and that nigga 8Ball and 8Ball
On top of the world on top of the world