Various Artists - Reason For Rhyme lyrics

Artist: Eightball & MJG Album: Rhyme and Reason Soundtrack Song: Reason For Rhyme [MJG] I'm MJG, the n***a 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 a** It's been too long, you motherf**ers fittin to feel the south Shut your mouth, shut your do you little freak a** ho I'm bout tired of all this damn east and west coast sh** Especially when other n***as tryin to work in this b**h I paid my dues to the fullest, worked to god damn hard For you too k** the industry and leave me out of a job You n***as 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 b**hes 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, n***a [Eightball] Remember back when we used to do this sh** 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 n***a beat No electronics to make the sh** that I wrote the chronic sh** sick enough to bring vomit from your stomach Quick as a comet, shield your eyes from the UV Groovey, like a n***a from a Batman movie Real about the sh** that I express over dope beats You can't say it was fake unless you grew up on my street Concrete head n***as, runnin from FED n***as Po' a** scared n***as, that came out dead n***as 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, n***a [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 n***a g's [MJG] My reason for rhymin, while I'm in, a position to be tellin It's not about the fame and them b**hes who be yellin At my concerts, one verse, dicks up, quick f** 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] [Eightball] Give me a crowd of wild n***as 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 bullsh** 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 sh** and make sh** mine Jackin only for position in this thing called rhyme Freestyle, not great, but if you wait for a second I could write some sh** 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, n***as who can't hold on like En Vogue Even though I moved out the mound I'm still ten toed Down for the sh** I do, the Suave House crew True to this sh**, because this sh** is so true [Chorus] End with shoutouts