Eightball & MJG - No Sellout (f/ Koncrete) lyrics

[ VERSE 1: 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 want to-be you want to see Oh no, I cannot sell my soul [ VERSE 2: 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 want to 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 [ VERSE 3: 8Ball ] In '93 I was rappin about my curls and my Cadillac The pimp blast, takin you fast, smokin gra** 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 a**a**in 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 tries to k** me Jack me because of the poverty in communities Where you either have to sell crack or jack, man What I'm tryin to stress to you is, don't step to the fat man Because today I'm rappin, rockin shows and pullin hoes But tomorrow I might be on the cut slingin dope See, in the studio I'm k**in fools vocally But if it came down to it, I could do it silently f** the President, the media can quote me Listen to them lyrics, fool, I ain't sellin out, gee [ VERSE 4: MJG ] You gotta be hard in this business, ain't no s**ers, ain't no sell-outs It's the way that you go in it, that's the way you gonna go out First of all: never break up with them hustlers that you started with Long as this happens you and your click won't accomplish sh... Should've thought about it real hard Now how could any group that's meant to be together be apart? And if you start with a strong mind, think with a strong mind be -you-s-i-n-e-ss time I'm in the lab, chiefin hay, comin up with gold Pimp mobile, hit the reel, let the platinum roll See, I was taught, not the easy, but the hard way Hustle after hustle after hustle each and every day I gotta stay down to earth, cause I'm from Orange Mound See, that's my hood, understood in the M-Town Memphis-bound players, pimp type, black, strong, young Level-headed Tennesseee, hustlers got it goin on Bad to the bone when I roam through the area Carry a, automatic weapon for my burial When it's all over what it is and what it's all about? Stay true to your homies and your music, no sell-out