Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Nobody But Me, artist - Eightball & MJGDate of issue: 17.05.1999
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Nobody But Me |
| 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 |
| distress |
| 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 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 |
| path. |
| (repeat chorus .) |