8 Ball Forever Lyrics
            Artist: 8 Ball & MJG f/ Lloyd
            Album:  Living Legends
            Song:   Forever
            Typed by: Cmmike4@yahoo.com
        
            Ooh la la bangladesh..
            Heyyy...
        
            [Hook: Lloyd]
            See a n____ 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 wit my misfit holmes
            And soon you gonna see just how crunk this s___ be once we get rich
            Til then its back to hustlin with my misfits
            Deep, on a creep, fifty songs tucked under the p___e..
            Fifty songs tucked under the p___e
        
            [MJG]
            I keep a big old n____ 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 f___ 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' s___
            I aint trying to run yo' clique, that be your friend so quick
            Come on, where my money, let me hit the stage
            f___ them long interviews, just give us the front page
            Black G apostrophe S us, forever bust
        
            [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 f___ing 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 f___ I was supposed to do
            Money blinds players, turns them into evil spirits
            I try to give it to them just how it come to me
            Real and unedited, not like it be on TV
            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
            n____
        
            [Hook]
        
            [MJG]
            You need to stop sticking your hand out and trying to fold it
            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
            f___ 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
            n____z want to be the king, I dont give a f___ 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]
        
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