Reason For Rhyme Lyrics - 8ball And Mjg

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[verse 1: mjg eightball]

I'm mjg the nigga with the versatile style
Check your calendar realize that i been here for awhile
When i was young i took the soul up out of rhythm and blues
When hip hop originated slowly paid my dues
And take my shoes and try to walk a mile in my past
Without them salt shaker sheisters tryin to get in that ass
It's been too long you xxxxxxxxxxxxx fittin to feel the south
Shut your mouth shut your do you little freak xxx hoe
I'm bout tired of all this damn east and west coast shit
Especially when other niggaz tryin to work in this bitch
I paid my dues to the fullest worked to god damn hard
For you too kill the industry and leave me out of a job
You niggaz strain yourself to maintain yourself
And now you playin with enough rope to actually hang yourself
But you don't care hell you constantly fallin deep in the plot
Mesmerized from all the xxxxxxx and the money you got
You must of forgot they said that rap would never last ten years
And if your selfish to the fact i'm tryin to have a career
Now listen here what do we have we got probable cause
To keep the pen on the paper and the glock in your drawers nigga

Remember back when we used to do this xxxx for fun
Bein the dopest on my block made me ranked number one
No gun just a pen and notebook paper by the sheet
In the crib gettin funky off the next nigga beat
No electronics to make the xxxx that i wrote the chronic
Shit sick enough to bring vomit from your stomach
Quick as a comet shield your eyes from the uv
Groovey like a nigga from a batman movie
Real about the xxxx that i express over dope beats
You can't say it was fake unless you grew up on my street
Concrete head niggaz runnin from fed niggaz
Po' xxx scared niggaz that came out dead niggaz
And all i ever wanted to be was an emcee
Did a little dirt and found it wasn't for me
Poetry flowin through my bloodstream like a drug
I'm addicted to rhyme because i love the buzz nigga

[chorus x2:]

My reason for rhyme
Because i'm true to this rap
My reason for rhyme
Because i'm real with this rap
My reason for rhyme
It ain't all about the cheese
Even though fat lp's can make a nigga g's

[verse 2: mjg:]

My reason for rhymin while i'm in a position to be tellin
It's not about the fame and them xxxxxxx who be yellin
At my concerts one verse dicks up quick fuck
Lies start spreadin now you tangled in a mix up
I gits up do sits up and squeeze my mental mindrame back in order
And use my hand as a tape recorder
Jottin down all the information placed in front of me
The good time the bad time the way i think it oughta be
Now follow g can you comprehend?
If you can then drink a shot of hen
Hit this hand on your silver end
Friends don't be friends and foes don't be foes
However the way you bring it that's how you want it i suppose
I can stay up out the game keep my aim on my paper
And i'll be sure to keep my pimpin real with tony draper
And i'll potray the man that i'm known to be
Dim the lights (hip-tie) for the mjg

[chorus x2]

[verse 3: eightball]

Give me a crowd of wild niggaz who love real hip hop
And watched smoke get soaked up like water in a mop
Drop presidents among me and my own folk
And let that bullshit walk among the past with ghosts
Ain't no hope of bein takin seriously
When limited avenues are given to me
So naturally i take xxxx and make xxxx mine
Jackin only for position in this thing called rhyme
Freestyle not great but if you wait for a second
I could write some xxxx down that could get a gold record
Thought about not the first thing that i think about
Mjg and eightball and hard is how we comin out
Runnin out niggaz who can't hold on like en vogue
Even though i moved out the mound i'm still ten toed
Down for the xxxx i do the suave house crew
True to this xxxx because this xxxx is so true

[chorus x2:]

[end with shoutout]

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