[00:23.79]Space, Age-in baby
[00:26.70]Right right right right
[00:27.06]One time
[00:27.24]Beyotch!
[00:27.33]Yeah, you know how they like it baby, nigga you can't retire!
[00:28.53]One: Too, Eightball
[00:28.86]From nineteen-eighty, through eighty-eight
[00:30.09]I Don't Stop Rappin like my first tapes
[00:31.35]When I was broke, I used to sell em instantly (instantly)
[00:34.14]One look, you could tell it was the pimp in me (pimp in me)
[00:35.34]In eighty-nine, I went on tour with Eazy-E (Eazy-E)
[00:37.71]A bunch of fine niggas tryin to sleep with me
[00:39.96]Every night, sold out, turnin young hoes
[00:40.71]Tell her baby, no doubt, stick this mother****er in yo' mouth
[00:47.04]I smoked a lot of niggas, I said a lot of rhymes
[00:49.29]Always ****ed up in niggaz' bitches all the time
[00:50.64]Now I'm ridin on twenties wearin nice clothes
[00:54.96]but ain't nuttin like pimpin hoes, and ridin Vogues
[00:56.49]I live a good life, in my pursuit of happiness
[00:57.69]I'm so glad, to get to the point of havin this
[00:58.74]opportunity, for you and me to pass it on
[00:59.70]Two years ago, I thought it'd be my last song
[01:05.82]Me, Squeaky, Flex and J, on Saratoga Street
[01:06.81]Smokin white boys, bumpin ******fiend beats
[01:07.80]Eighty-eight, my pockets wasn't straight, but I was makin it
[01:10.56]Niggaz like Lil' Tim was out there ballin sellin cakes n shit
[01:12.00]I was right there, on the Mob Circle, writin raps
[01:13.02]All about my snaps, tryin to put Ball and G on the map
[01:15.27]Nowadays I own my shit and bone bad bitches
[01:16.98]Kickin it with rich niggaz in rollers, and candy sixes
[01:18.18]Deliverin hot shit like Pizza Hut for them hardcore thugs
[01:20.76]Niggaz who pimp hoes and hit the highway with them drugs
[01:22.56]Feel my flow, mix it in witcha chronic main
[01:24.24]Dawg, I don't know why you tryin to leave this game
[01:25.11]State to state, plenty hoes and plenty money to make
[01:26.85]Writing raps, makin more than them niggaz movin weight
[01:27.90]The game been good to me, and I know that mother****er bless you
[01:29.40]Thanks for passin game, now let's get out here and make this loot
[01:32.61]Too, Eightball, MJG
[01:33.09]I won't stop rappin, I don't stop rappin
[01:33.90]I got too much money ****ing, I can't stop rappi
[01:35.91]We some presidential players, with money by the layers
[01:37.11]Ain't nuthin you broke ass niggaz do that can fade us
[01:38.43]I won't stop rappin, I don't stop rappin
[01:39.27]I got too much money ****ing, I can't stop rappi
[01:42.03]I drive fast cars, eat lunch by lakes
[01:46.32]And meet a hundred different niggaz when I drop new tapes
[01:48.15]Two: MJG, Too
[01:48.60]I had to sacrifice, get things right
[01:49.50]In this rap life, I paid my dues
[01:51.93]Learn how to crawl, before I walk
[01:53.67]Then I learned how to tie my shoes
[01:55.20]Tryin crime, but it just didn't work for me
[01:57.12]Matter of fact it did it worse for me
[01:58.59]Gettin eyes scarred, bein weak one time ya hard
[01:59.49]It can only do hurt to me
[02:00.09]So I sucked up my peer pressure, and my pride
[02:01.41]And realized that this rap shit was gon help me to survive
[02:02.67]Stay alive, go with the flow but don't be no mother****ing fool
[02:05.34]Hell this music thing is all I got, I ain't makin straight A's in school
[02:11.19]And ain't wind up to be dumber nigga, only to be different
[02:12.87]So all the mother****ers that you think we are, the mother****ers that we isn't
[02:16.32]When you raised up, where I come from, make it out is a blessing
[02:18.72]Cause half the cats, where I come from, don't ever learn they lessons
[02:21.75]My first love, even before I had a daughter, or a lady
[02:24.30]MJG, what you see, on TV, is fame
[02:25.47]But the rapper I let loose almost anything, I love this game
[02:31.98]I won't stop rappin, I don't stop rappin
[02:32.79]I make too much money ****ing, I can't stop rappi
[02:37.08]I live the fast life of a MC
[02:37.65]and I sell a lot of records makin pimp beats
[02:39.09]I could do a show tonight and make ten G's
[02:39.96]Suckers 'til the mornin, sleep late and smoke weed
[02:41.16]Three cars in my garage, truck in the driveway
[02:42.24]I always, get my dick sucked on the highway
[02:43.05]Three: Eightball, MJG
[02:43.47]My way (pimp til I dieee) ****ing a hoe
[02:56.16]Unless that hoe is breakin me off some dough, to hit the studio
[02:58.02]Blowin, niggaz ain't knowin, how far this shit is going
[03:01.71]I wrote all my shit, but niggaz always talkin bout what I owe them
[03:09.00]But I'm gon' show them, real niggaz stand on they own ten toes
[03:10.50]So I'ma make all the money, and try my best to **** all these hoes
[03:12.75]Friend or foe, a nigga or hoe, rich or po'
[03:15.12]Eightball got flow, MJG
[03:15.63]Here comes the one they call the P-I, M-P, never will retire
[03:18.30]The tree-high, green leaf, helps me to get higher
[03:19.23]Eightball and MJG, Too, we all must be
[03:20.01]the pimps of the industry, ****ing people pretend to b
[03:22.05]******* so why should we, settle down
[03:22.56]Leave the kitchen put the kettles down
[03:23.28]Stop from fillin all you hoes
[03:24.03]Give up the life of trues and vogues
[03:24.72]Hell no, it ain't gon' happen, this shit too deep
[03:26.13]So I hooked up with my comrades so we can all get rich, nigga
[03:29.22]Yea yea, one time, for your mother****ing mind
[03:31.02]Pimp shit mother****er
[03:31.65]Eightball and MJG, now what you weigh me
[03:32.55]Dawg in the house, slammin Cadillac do's, pimpin hoes
[03:33.60]Nuthin but the real shit, nine-eight, for these tricks it's too late
[03:37.50]It's that old school pimpin all the way from Memphis, to Oakland
[03:38.79]Straight smokin baby, fryin em up fat
[03:39.96]Atlanta to Houston, we still doin it like this
[03:42.63]Yea, New York to L.A.
[03:43.14]Beyitch!
[03:43.26]Hah, that's right, Space Age forever, nigga
[03:44.16]T-Mix on the funk
[03:44.64]Dangerous Music, uhh
[03:45.36]Suave House
[03:48.30]I love that!

Space, Age-in baby
Right right right right
One time
Beyotch!
Yeah, you know how they like it baby, nigga you can't retire!
One: Too, Eightball
From nineteen-eighty, through eighty-eight
I Don't Stop Rappin like my first tapes
When I was broke, I used to sell em instantly (instantly)
One look, you could tell it was the pimp in me (pimp in me)
In eighty-nine, I went on tour with Eazy-E (Eazy-E)
A bunch of fine niggas tryin to sleep with me
Every night, sold out, turnin young hoes
Tell her baby, no doubt, stick this mother****er in yo' mouth
I smoked a lot of niggas, I said a lot of rhymes
Always ****ed up in niggaz' bitches all the time
Now I'm ridin on twenties wearin nice clothes
but ain't nuttin like pimpin hoes, and ridin Vogues
I live a good life, in my pursuit of happiness
I'm so glad, to get to the point of havin this
opportunity, for you and me to pass it on
Two years ago, I thought it'd be my last song
Me, Squeaky, Flex and J, on Saratoga Street
Smokin white boys, bumpin ******fiend beats
Eighty-eight, my pockets wasn't straight, but I was makin it
Niggaz like Lil' Tim was out there ballin sellin cakes n shit
I was right there, on the Mob Circle, writin raps
All about my snaps, tryin to put Ball and G on the map
Nowadays I own my shit and bone bad bitches
Kickin it with rich niggaz in rollers, and candy sixes
Deliverin hot shit like Pizza Hut for them hardcore thugs
Niggaz who pimp hoes and hit the highway with them drugs
Feel my flow, mix it in witcha chronic main
Dawg, I don't know why you tryin to leave this game
State to state, plenty hoes and plenty money to make
Writing raps, makin more than them niggaz movin weight
The game been good to me, and I know that mother****er bless you
Thanks for passin game, now let's get out here and make this loot
Too, Eightball, MJG
I won't stop rappin, I don't stop rappin
I got too much money ****ing, I can't stop rappi
We some presidential players, with money by the layers
Ain't nuthin you broke ass niggaz do that can fade us
I won't stop rappin, I don't stop rappin
I got too much money ****ing, I can't stop rappi
I drive fast cars, eat lunch by lakes
And meet a hundred different niggaz when I drop new tapes
Two: MJG, Too
I had to sacrifice, get things right
In this rap life, I paid my dues
Learn how to crawl, before I walk
Then I learned how to tie my shoes
Tryin crime, but it just didn't work for me
Matter of fact it did it worse for me
Gettin eyes scarred, bein weak one time ya hard
It can only do hurt to me
So I sucked up my peer pressure, and my pride
And realized that this rap shit was gon help me to survive
Stay alive, go with the flow but don't be no mother****ing fool
Hell this music thing is all I got, I ain't makin straight A's in school
And ain't wind up to be dumber nigga, only to be different
So all the mother****ers that you think we are, the mother****ers that we isn't
When you raised up, where I come from, make it out is a blessing
Cause half the cats, where I come from, don't ever learn they lessons
My first love, even before I had a daughter, or a lady
MJG, what you see, on TV, is fame
But the rapper I let loose almost anything, I love this game
I won't stop rappin, I don't stop rappin
I make too much money ****ing, I can't stop rappi
I live the fast life of a MC
and I sell a lot of records makin pimp beats
I could do a show tonight and make ten G's
Suckers 'til the mornin, sleep late and smoke weed
Three cars in my garage, truck in the driveway
I always, get my dick sucked on the highway
Three: Eightball, MJG
My way (pimp til I dieee) ****ing a hoe
Unless that hoe is breakin me off some dough, to hit the studio
Blowin, niggaz ain't knowin, how far this shit is going
I wrote all my shit, but niggaz always talkin bout what I owe them
But I'm gon' show them, real niggaz stand on they own ten toes
So I'ma make all the money, and try my best to **** all these hoes
Friend or foe, a nigga or hoe, rich or po'
Eightball got flow, MJG
Here comes the one they call the P-I, M-P, never will retire
The tree-high, green leaf, helps me to get higher
Eightball and MJG, Too, we all must be
the pimps of the industry, ****ing people pretend to b
******* so why should we, settle down
Leave the kitchen put the kettles down
Stop from fillin all you hoes
Give up the life of trues and vogues
Hell no, it ain't gon' happen, this shit too deep
So I hooked up with my comrades so we can all get rich, nigga
Yea yea, one time, for your mother****ing mind
Pimp shit mother****er
Eightball and MJG, now what you weigh me
Dawg in the house, slammin Cadillac do's, pimpin hoes
Nuthin but the real shit, nine-eight, for these tricks it's too late
It's that old school pimpin all the way from Memphis, to Oakland
Straight smokin baby, fryin em up fat
Atlanta to Houston, we still doin it like this
Yea, New York to L.A.
Beyitch!
Hah, that's right, Space Age forever, nigga
T-Mix on the funk
Dangerous Music, uhh
Suave House
I love that!