| MJG: It ain’t no changing me, no matter what you claim to see
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| I can only aim to be, M-J-G
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| 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
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| Hoes want a nigga to try to be somethin that he ain’t,
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| right before your eyes, livin his life in a fuckin disguise
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| Follow the pack, and wind up dead last (Go on)
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| Real dummy with your scared ass
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| In the future, ain’t nobody gonna listen to you
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| (Why) Cause you do whatever to please the crew
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| It’s easy to — Kiss ass for your wealth, Or get cash for yourself
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| I think I’ll go with the green, Cause asses I do not clean
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| As bad as the shit might seem, I got a get-right team
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| Nigga, sensing myself and I, it ain’t ever let a day go by Without reality checks, fuck my salary check,
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| that ain’t the reason why I want respect, but you ain’t finna
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| distress
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| I gotta keep a level head, fuck what a devil said
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| I’m stayin me, M-J fuckin G — Put your trust in me.
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| 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
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| 99 lives lost and one of them could’ve been mine
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| Blind with my eyes open, seein what is killin me Feelin what is killin me, but wantin more constantly
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| Runnin from temptation, but I’m much to slow to get away
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| Gang, shootin niggas and bitches fuckin with me everyday
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| Man if I was lame and couldn’t see em from a mile away
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| Smile on their mug, and in their minds, nothin but jealousy
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| Why should I get caught up in that bullshit not concernin me Yeah, I run with Suave and we gone ride til infinity
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| Lord if I was lyin, strike me right here as I’m speakin this
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| Separate the strong from the cowardly and the weak at this
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| (repeat chorus x 4)
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| Eight: I see him everyday, point shaven and cravin
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| for the money that I be savin, and the moves that I be makin
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| Breakin rules, tryin not to be one of them broke fools
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| robbin niggas comin from school, thinkin that that shit is cool
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| Served out, whether sober, playboy, I got heataz for ya Quick to shoot, because that indo boosts up my paranoia
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| I rap the blues, cause the blues is what I’m livin nigga
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| Surrounded my animals — livin and dyin by the trigga
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| Word to me, and if that shit don’t meet your expectations
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| Fuck you critics, I do this for the underground nation
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| Slab ridaz, nigga, drug traffickaz and jackaz
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| Heat packaz, nigga, all my homeboys ain’t rappaz
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| And, I wouldn’t say it if it wasn’t necessary
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| 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
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| Forever Eightball, Pimp-Caso, Poetry writer…
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| 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
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| till the years when it’s hard to walk, gettin old
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| and, it’s hard to talk, I’m on a line of chalk
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| it seems thinner than a line of thread, but through all this
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| still instead, I’m real after all
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| Paper, short or tall — Wife, be big and small
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| and still down to earth, I’ll still be on the scene
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| Life like a tv screen, but I keep my strength
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| and I’ll keep my hope (Why?) Cause I know they got me under the scope
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| But, if you’re lookin at me, Look close, and your ass will learn
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| Maybe when you have your turn, and take a stand and shit
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| You might be a man and shit, make your own plan and shit
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| Cause I don’t make no moves unless G wanna make that move
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| Fuck he and she wanna make that move, I got a face that blues
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| when a nigga gotta pay them dues, and they lookin at my face like Ooo
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| Mane, you broke and shit, but they ain’t gonna throw me out a rope
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| and shit
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| I’m a drown and choke and shit
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| And my folkaz get clowdy with that hocus pokus shit,
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| I’ll be the brokest trick…
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| But, I’m gone be myself, Pimp type nigga for sho'
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| Once again like I did it befo', up top or below
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| I’m a keep my feet on the flo', and do it in the heat or the snow
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| Give me a beat and I go, Off like a champ on your ass
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| Drop the mic and vamp on your ass, stick a stamp on your ass
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| Send you off to camp on your ass… when I rain, I’ll dampen your
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| path.
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| (repeat chorus .) |