Reason For Rhyme lyrics

Artist  : Eightball & MJG 
Song : Reason For Rhyme
 


Verse 1 MJG Eightball:

I'm MJG the nigga
with the versatile style
Check your calendar
realize that I been here for awhile
When I was
young I took the soul up out of rhythm and
blues
When hip hop originated slowly paid my
dues
And take my shoes and try to walk a mile
in my past
Without them salt shaker sheisters
tryin to get in that ass
It's been too long
you motherfuckers fittin to feel the
south
Shut your mouth, shut your do you little
freak ass hoe
I'm bout tired of all this damn
east and west coast shit
Especially when other
niggaz tryin to work in this bitch
I paid my
dues to the fullest, worked to god damn
hard
For you too kill the industry and leave
me out of a job
You niggaz strain yourself, to
maintain yourself
And now you playin with
enough rope to actually hang yourself
But you
don't care, hell, you constantly fallin deep in
the plot
Mesmerized from all the bitches and
the money you got
You must of forgot they said
that rap would never last ten years
And if your
selfish to the fact, I'm tryin to have a
career
Now listen here, what do we have, we
got probable cause
To keep the pen on the
paper and the glock in your drawers,
nigga

Remember back when we used to do
this shit for fun
Bein the dopest on my block
made me ranked number one
No gun, just a pen
and notebook paper by the sheet
In the crib,
gettin funky off the next nigga beat
No
electronics to make the shit that I wrote the
chronic
Shit sick enough to bring vomit from
your stomach
Quick as a comet, shield your
eyes from the UV
Groovey, like a nigga from a
Batman movie
Real about the shit that I
express over dope beats
You can't say it was
fake unless you grew up on my street
Concrete
head niggaz, runnin from FED niggaz,
Po' ass
scared niggaz, that came out dead niggaz
And
all I ever wanted to be was an emcee
Did a
little dirt and found it wasn't for me
Poetry
flowin through my bloodstream like a drug
I'm
addicted to rhyme because I love the buzz,
nigga

Chorus, Repeat 2X:

My reason
for rhyme
Because I'm true to this rap
My
reason for rhyme
Because I'm real with this
rap
My reason for rhyme
It ain't all about
the cheese
Even though fat lp's can make a
nigga g's

Verse 2, MJG:

My reason
for rhymin, while I'm in, a position to be
tellin
It's not about the fame and them
bitches who be yellin
At my concerts, one
verse, dicks up, quick fuck
Lies start
spreadin now you tangled in a mix up
I gits
up, do sits up, and squeeze my mental mindrame
back in order
And use my hand as a tape
recorder
Jottin down all the information
placed in front of me
The good time, the bad
time, the way I think it oughta be
Now follow
G, can you comprehend?
If you can then drink a
shot of Hen
Hit this hand on your silver
end
Friends don't be friends and foes don't be
foes
However the way you bring it, that's how
you want it, I suppose
I can stay up out the
game keep my aim on my paper
And I'll be sure
to keep my pimpin real with Tony Draper
And
I'll potray the man that I'm known to be
Dim
the lights (Hip-tie) for the MJG

Chorus,
Repeat 2X

Verse 3, Eightball:

Give
me a crowd of wild niggaz who love real hip
hop
And watched smoke get soaked up, like
water in a mop
Drop presidents among me and my
own folk
And let that bullshit walk among the
past with ghosts
Ain't no hope of bein takin
seriously
When limited avenues are given to
me
So, naturally I take shit and make shit
mine
Jackin only for position in this thing
called rhyme
Freestyle, not great, but if you
wait for a second
I could write some shit down
that could get a gold record
Thought about not
the first thing that I think about
MJG and
Eightball and hard is how we comin out
Runnin
out, niggaz who can't hold on like En
Vogue
Even though I moved out the mound I'm
still ten toed
Down for the shit I do, the
Suave House crew
True to this shit, because
this shit is so true

Chorus, Repeat
2X

End with shoutouts