No Sellout

[ VERSE 1: 8Ball ]<br>Tell me what`s goin on, damn, I need help to see<br>I have chains on my brain from the strain of the<br>Mental corruption eruptin through this industry<br>All I see is New York rappers back and forth on BET<br>See, I`m the first true southern funkadelic preacher<br>Drink a `yac and smoke a blunt and watch it get deeper<br>But not so deep I have to perpetrate to gain respect<br>Instead of judgin me you need to get yourself in check<br>And I`m not gonna be the wanna-be you want to see<br>Oh no, I cannot sell my soul<br><br>[ VERSE 2: MJG ]<br>MJG for the Nine-Fo, what`s it gonna be?<br>Another year for the p-i-m-p in the street<br>Yes, it`s me, the one who clocks when it`s time to get explicit<br>It`s comin from the truth when I kick it<br>So dear critic, you thinkin on terms of how it needs to be<br>I`m tellin you how it is and what I has to live and what I got to give<br>To the ears of the ones who wanna listen<br>Some don`t understand,, so they really don`t know what they`re missin<br>Hard times made hard heads in the South<br>You get respect bein real, no sell-out<br><br>[ VERSE 3: 8Ball ]<br>In `93 I was rappin about my curls and my Cadillac<br>The pimp blast, takin you fast, smokin grass and all that<br>Players got the message, busters didn`t attempt to listen<br>Thinkin that we was talkin about that on-the-corner fake pimpin<br>Hell yeah, I`m that player from the underground<br>All-black assassin from the neighborhood of Orange Mound<br>They don`t understand, why, they being society<br>The white people who run this nation got somethin against me<br>Me bein a young black male with an education<br>Teachin this pimpin, so the blacks will one day rule this nation<br>But every day another brother tries to kill me<br>Jack me because of the poverty in communities<br>Where you either have to sell crack or jack, man<br>What I`m tryin to stress to you is, don`t step to the fat man<br>Because today I`m rappin, rockin shows and pullin hoes<br>But tomorrow I might be on the cut slingin dope<br>See, in the studio I`m killin fools vocally<br>But if it came down to it, I could do it silently<br>Fuck the President, the media can quote me<br>Listen to them lyrics, fool, I ain`t sellin out, gee<br><br>[ VERSE 4: MJG ]<br>You gotta be hard in this business, ain`t no suckers, ain`t no sell-outs<br>It`s the way that you go in it, that`s the way you gonna go out<br>First of all: never break up with them hustlers that you started with<br>Long as this happens you and your click won`t accomplish sh...<br>Should`ve thought about it real hard<br>Now how could any group that`s meant to be together be apart?<br>And if you start with a strong mind, think with a strong mind<br>B-u-s-i-n-e-ss time<br>I`m in the lab, chiefin hay, comin up with gold<br>Pimp mobile, hit the reel, let the platinum roll<br>See, I was taught, not the easy, but the hard way<br>Hustle after hustle after hustle each and every day<br>I gotta stay down to earth, cause I`m from Orange Mound<br>See, that`s my hood, understood in the M-Town<br>Memphis-bound players, pimp type, black, strong, young <br>Level-headed Tennesseee, hustlers got it goin on<br>Bad to the bone when I roam through the area<br>Carry a, automatic weapon for my burial<br>When it`s all over what it is and what it`s all about?<br>Stay true to your homies and your music, no sell-out