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8Ball: Tell me what's goin on, damn, I need help to see I have chains on my brain from the strain of the Mental corruption eruptin through this industry All I see is New York rappers back and forth on BET See, I'm the first true southern funkadelic preacher Drink a 'yac and smoke a blunt and watch it get deeper But not so deep I have to perpetrate to gain respect Instead of judgin me you need to get yourself in check And I'm not gonna be the wanna-be you want to see Oh no, I cannot sell my soul MJG: MJG for the Nine-Fo, what's it gonna be? Another year for the p-i-m-p in the street Yes, it's me, the one who clocks when it's time to get explicit It's comin from the truth when I kick it So dear critic, you thinkin on terms of how it needs to be I'm tellin you how it is and what I has to live and what I got to give To the ears of the ones who wanna listen Some don't understand,, so they really don't know what they're missin Hard times made hard heads in the South You get respect bein real, no sell-out 8Ball: In '93 I was rappin about my curls and my Cadillac The pimp blast, takin you fast, smokin grass and all that Players got the message, busters didn't attempt to listen Thinkin that we was talkin about that on-the-corner fake pimpin Hell yeah, I'm that player from the underground All-black assassin from the neighborhood of Orange Mound They don't understand, why, they being society The white people who run this nation got somethin against me Me bein a young black male with an education Teachin this pimpin, so the blacks will one day rule this nation But every day another brother


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