T-Mix - Top Of The World lyrics

[Hook] x2 Hey MJG MJG and that n***a 8Ball On top of the world [Verse 1: 8Ball] Uh, Let me drop it on the one It's the fat mac dope Like an 8Ball, that's why People call me that Some used to call me Mr. Big But I had to flip Now they call me Mr. Ruffle Cuz I'm all about my chips Matter 'fact you need a jack- Hammer just to dig me Orange juice and DT people playa tipsy It only seems like yesterday thinking back I had to work a job and hustle just to keep sack Stuck in Orange Mound, ten toes down Nowhere to go but up I'm underground I'm so down But God bless me with this gift of poetry So with this CD the world could see what I see Came hard for them bustas on the outside looking in Made man is with some paper and a pens and Did it again, For all of ya'll MJG and 8Ball sitting on top of the world [Hook] x2 Hey MJG MJG and and that n***a 8Ball On top of the world [Verse 2: MJG] Keep that animosity that you got against me off your chest Cuz you can't bring me down even if you tried your best I guess is what I gotsta do Separate myself from the bustas hang tight with my own crew Some people hate to see me make And any opportunity they get where they can hurt me they go'n take I hate it, but 'too late n it get's rougher My chrome plated thang blew your cover in the gutter Of the brothers who don't know me well Claim that they do and persistence turn a lie into the truth ain't no use First of all I believe in God I'm coming out hard and I can finish anything you can start cross your heart As I keep a tight grip on my chrome Cuz when I ain't at home it's gonna let me know that I ain't alone, I'm gone Mentally speaking, MJG, on top of the world thousands of pearls is all that I can see [Hook] x2 Hey MJG MJG and and that n***a 8Ball On top of the world [Verse 3: 8Ball] I've seen so much from coast to coast and state to state Birds slanging ballas is the fakest of the fake Getting paid, getting played, getting sprayed in the streets While me and MJG getting paid freaking beats Were versatile south style rap ability I had to catch a plane that took me far from my community Made alot of cheese, people say I changed But if you thinking this you never knew me from the gate man Much respect to young G's on the streets banging And all my n***as who survive day to day swinging And Ill keep serving all my doh vocally Cuz its survival of the fittest, mentally [Verse 4: MJG] I've seen alot of luxuries, fine cars, movie stars, social bars, many women, fake friends in my face, nine ten Even though I stack don't stand down on my income I never would forget about the streets that I come from The d**, the violence, not one day of silence The robbing, the shooting, mothas prostitutin' The Mound is my home, the hood im around But if you jack me your whole families going down Your motha, your daddy, your aunty, your cousins, they all going out by the whole dirty dozen M, JG, music in the streets scholar, on top of the world tryin to make a dollar [Hook] Hey MJG MJG and that n***a 8Ball On top of the world