Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Forever, artist - 8Ball & MJG. Album song Living Legends, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 03.10.2005
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Bad Boy
Song language: English
Forever |
| Ooh la la bangladesh. |
| Heyyy… |
| (Hook) (Lloyd) |
| See a nigga like me gonna get money til I get rich |
| Ride with a couple hundred G’s in a biscuit |
| Stay down for whatever forever hustle with my mystic hoes |
| And soon you gonna see just how crunk this shit be once we get rich |
| Til then its back to hustlin with my misfits |
| Deep, on a creep, fifty songs tucked under the prone. |
| Fifty songs tucked under the prone |
| (MJG) |
| I keep a big old nigga beater heater |
| Its in the trunk of my four-door and my two seater |
| Im make them say skeeter skeeter |
| Keep up and grab the ball back just like I’m Derek Jeter |
| I know you want to fuck my hoe but you too scared to meet her |
| See you aint got enough bread to even start to treat her |
| The way a pimp did, and in the bed I’m even sweeter |
| I hustle, I got more Franklins in me than Aretha |
| If I had Oprah Winfrey I would marry her and keep her |
| I spit as much knowlege as preachers and teachers |
| Just as long as the message reach us we all fill up the bleachers |
| I’m the MJG, I get in yo’shit |
| I aint trying to run yo’clique, that be your friend so quick |
| Come on, where my money, let me hit the stage |
| Fuck them long interviews, just give us the front page |
| Black G apostrophe S us, forever bust |
| Them lyrics that make the people say that he got nuts |
| (Hook) |
| (Eightball) |
| Yeah man. |
| Sticky weed kickin in, big Ball steppin in Straight flying when I hustle, thats how I represent |
| Bounce, if you feelin what I’m spitting up in your ear hole |
| I been rocking mics since I was 17 years old |
| Smoking up, drinking up, kicking dust, and fucking up Everybody want a piece and we ain’t got enough for us Yeah, I touched a brick or two, pounds I done smoked a few |
| Got my bread and didn’t do what the fuck I was supposed to do Money blinds players, turns them into evil spirits |
| Niggaz die trying to live out these old rap lyrics |
| I try to give it to them just how it come to me Real and unedited, not like it be on T. V Be myself and dont be what those haters want me to be |
| Take the good the bad hit my knees set me free |
| Make the bad good, put that on my leather and wood |
| Cinderella with my fellas deep off in the hood |
| Nigga |
| (Hook) |
| (MJG) |
| You need to stop sticking your hand out and trying to (?) |
| Turn around the broom handle and trying to hold it It’s plenty dirt to be swept, and leaves to be raked |
| Now you need to leave from my face, take heed to mistake |
| That you just made, thinking a player could get played |
| Thinking that a rapper could get wrapped and phone tapped |
| My whole life I learned the hard way to spot liars |
| And it seems like its usually the ones thats right by ya FIRE! |
| (Eightball) |
| Jumping up out the tip with pistols sittin up Fuck me? |
| Watch my gun skeet like its bussing nuts |
| 'Cept when it hit your cheek it burn then it split your cheek |
| Then come out the back of your head, now your just a memory |
| Graphic how I got it illustrated, rated triple X Niggaz want to be the king, I dont give a fuck who’s best |
| Just watch your mouth, talkin down in the south |
| I’m gonna let my nuts hang and start punching clowns out |
| (Hook) |