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featuring Cee Lo
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Intro (Eightball)
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Yeah Yeah...Space Age forever..Niggas and hoes better recognize
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Eightball & MJG...been ten toes down in this game
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since we were two young playas in a one horse town
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then hopped to a muthafuckin grasshopper
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Nigga my life would have been done got cut off...
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If my dues weren't paid.
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Chorus (Cee Lo)
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It's ah skinnin lines between wrong and right
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Trapped in a trap til the mornin light
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Ghetto ain't left me no choices, I had to fight
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My momma and daddy was too young to raise me right.
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Maybe I been made a man from all the mistakes I made
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Niggas dead, niggas gone, I still ain't afraid.
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Ain't too grown to get back on with ghetto games I played
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My life would have been done got cut off if the dues weren't paid.
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MJG
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In the middle of doin crime (Uggh), it never stopped me from writin rhymes
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It never stopped me from playin music,
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God, but it didn't mean I had to use it
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It was obvious, I had to give up the streets - for the beats
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Not knowin, but havin faith on just how long that it would be
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Before I made it, before somebody picked up my tape and played it
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With a remark like, "Hey, played that instrumental, you cat's got potential."
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In the process of doing talent shows, parties, and mix tapes
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We even put it down on some of our homeboys jail release dates
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I can remember in the past closin down at fast foods
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Strictly stickin to my dreams, but feelin like I'd be the last dude
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Who can make it in this rap, I thought that they ain't go see me in Memphis
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It was like a time they looked over Tennesseee,
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and didn't know Hip-Hop was in us.
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To all my vets in the game, I got love, stay on your toes
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Cause back in the days, I use to use your 4-5 instrumental to do my shows
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And look, I was 17 - when I signed my first contract
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And about 18 1/2 when I signed my worst contract, we hurt from that
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And til this day, they still distributin - our first tape
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before Comin Out Hard, now can you feel it?
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Be humble and patient with whatever you should choose
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Cause, to get to where I am right now, I don't paid my dues.
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Chorus
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Eightball
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A C-note for a concert, I know that sounds preposterous
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Nigga, we didn't have a pot to piss
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So we got on stage and we rocked the bitch.
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Fuck the chee$e, I love to see...My niggas in the front row
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Get buck wild, start a fight, the police make a nigga stop the show
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Niggas all in the parkin lot, bustin shots, fuckin with hoes
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Box chevy with the spokes and vogues,
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niggas didn't know shit about a 20 inch Mo-Mo
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Hard head, young nigga don't believe that shit, til I see that shit
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See them heavyweight niggas, one day, I'm gonna be that shit
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Ok, everybody know everybody done sold dope, ran with a gang
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Pimp some hoes, and..snorted a little coke..but uhh..
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I'm space agein..and we'll forever be
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Eightball, the fat mack, and...M-J fuckin G
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Turn the page, from then to now, and we still grindin
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Small clubs and small towns think they bouncin, and we find them
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Put them on the guest list, make them pump their fist and get buck to this
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Make one of them weed smokin, gangsta bitches get fucked to this
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Expand, give all my true fans what they demand
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Do my part again and uhh...come out hard again and uhh..
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Keep space agein, and we'll forever be...
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Eightball, the fat mack, and...M-J fuckin G.
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Chorus
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Paid Dues
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| Eightball & MJG |
