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Artist: Eightball and MJG
Album:  In Our Lifetime Vol. 1
Song:   Nobody But Me
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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
        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

(repeat chorus ..)