Armed Robbery - 8Ball & MJG

Kill the lights Hello ladies and gentlemen I'm glad you've graced me with your presence You're in time to see me wrestle with my conscience Staring into the si-si-silence You see I came to save the stage I hope I'm not too late Passion called from back Behind the curtain screaming "Sonny, this is urgent Fill these 50 voices with a purpose But don't just give it away Inspiration isn't cheap these days You better make them earn it" You better Make them earn it Make them earn it You better Make them earn it Make them earn it Hello ladies and gentlemen I'm glad you've graced me with your presence You're in time to see me wrestle with my conscience Staring in the si-si-silence You see I came to save the stage I hope I'm not too late Passion called from back behind the curtain screaming "Sonny, this is urgent" You see I came to save the stage I hope I'm not too late Passion called from back behind the curtain screaming "Sonny, this is urgent" How do I address a letter to my generation? "Sonny", she said, "Save yourself the postage" How do I address a letter to my generation? "Sonny", she said, "Sing it in person"

I'm tryin to make it through these hard times (hard, times) I'm tryin to make it through these hard times I'm tryin to make it through these hard times (hard, times) I'm tryin to make it through these hard times I'm tryin to make it through these hard times (hard, times) I'm tryin to make it through these hard times I'm tryin to make it through these hard times (hard, times) Hard times (hard), hard times (hard) You never know how much you miss a person, until they gone Like to hear it? Hear it go, I'm rehearsing, gotta sing my song I know I've done some wrong, but I can't get right Cause life is like a big fight I'm stickin-and-movin, tryin to get my shit right My family's been houndin me, friends they done turned against me Kinda like they hearts was on a full tank, but now they empty And they say I've changed, but like twins I'm just the same It's because of my job, mo' money mo' prob in this dirty game This industry FUCKED UP That's right I said it, and it's fake as ever Keep real niggaz around me, stay "Space Age 4 Eva" Po-ppa never went and jumped the broom, never got that one degree But if you looked down from heaven, you'd still be proud of me Your son was DUI, but my momma made it by I didn't shed no tears when you left me But the rest of the family cried Trials and tribulations, ruined my concentration Losin my patience, hard times for goodness sake'n I'm tryin to make it through these hard times (hard, times) I'm tryin to make it through these hard times I'm tryin to make it through these hard times (hard, times) I'm tryin to make it through these hard times I'm tryin to make it through these hard times (hard, times) I'm tryin to make it through these hard times I'm tryin to make it through these hard times (hard, times) Hard times (hard), hard times (hard) As this Valium slowly starts to kick in Them subconcious, subliminal thoughts, start tickin This whole world around me, diseased, and crumblin Babies doin dope cause daddy did it right in front of them Everybody wanna blame music for they bad kids Sittin up in the court talkin 'bout Eminem made me do what I did My own hard times rolled in like the fog Try to think of others, but I can't get past my own thoughts My momma, in 1967, pickin cotton While other blacks was gettin liberated, boycottin My old man was a player, ain't no hidin that He started tootin then he graduated to smokin crack I never saw him, never needed to see that muh'fucker He left me and my mother stuck down here in this fuckin gutter I tattoed it on my arm so I can't forget it It's in my mind and my heart so I'm forever with it I'm tryin to make it through these hard times (hard, times) I'm tryin to make it through these hard times I'm tryin to make it through these hard times (hard, times) I'm tryin to make it through these hard times I'm tryin to make it through these hard times (hard, times) I'm tryin to make it through these hard times I'm tryin to make it through these hard times (hard, times) Hard times (hard), hard times (hard) A drum machine, the old fo'-track, and a pack of new tapes In the middle of, 1988, in a corner cafe We made beats, and hung with old heads, and stayed out late at night Do talent shows, fo'-way split the dough, that was our way of life My momma stayed, home full time so she could raise me Knowin without a, household father, things could get crazy Sometimes I listened, sometimes I thought I knew it all But nevertheless, momma was with me through it all I graduated out of nothin, not out of school, it was like 12, 13, 14 years I'm thinkin cool I might as well, be focusin on me tryin to get paid Usin these rhymes I've been writin since in the 7th grade Our team played, and had physical sex with minimum wage It was just like a piece of pussy It fucked me long as I stayed But still I prayed, Lord I'm tryin now please help me out the water It can't get no harder Help me to get back up and get my shit tomorrow I'm tryin to make it through these hard times (hard, times) I'm tryin to make it through these hard times I'm tryin to make it through these hard times (hard, times) I'm tryin to make it through these hard times I'm tryin to make it through these hard times (hard, times) I'm tryin to make it through these hard times I'm tryin to make it through these hard times (hard, times) Hard times (hard), hard times (hard) I'm tryin to make it through these hard times (hard, times) I'm tryin to make it through these hard times I'm tryin to make it through these hard times (hard, times) I'm tryin to make it through these hard times I'm tryin to make it through these hard times (hard, times) I'm tryin to make it through these hard times I'm tryin to make it through these hard times (hard, times) Hard times (hard), hard times (hard)

Ooh la la bangladesh. Heyyy... See a nigga like me gonna get money til I get rich Ride with a couple hundred G's in a biscuit Stay down for whatever forever hustle wit my misfit holmes And soon you gonna see just how crunk this shit be once we get rich Til then its back to hustlin with my misfits Deep, on a creep, fifty zones tucked under the brougham. Fifty zones tucked under the brougham I keep a big old nigga beater heater Its in the trunk of my four-door and my two seater Im make them say skeeter skeeter Keep up and grab the ball back just like I'm Derek Jeter I know you want to fuck my ho but you too scared to meet her See you ain't got enough bread to even start to treat her The way a pimp did, and in the bed I'm even sweeter I hustle, I got more Franklins in me than Aretha If I had Oprah Winfrey I would marry her and keep her I spit as much knowlege as preachers and teachers Just as long as the message reach us we all fill up the bleachers I'm the MJG, I get in yo' shit I ain't trying to run yo' clique, that be your friend so quick Come on, where my money, let me hit the stage Fuck them long interviews, just give us the front page Black G apostrophe S us, forever bust Them lyrics that make the people say that he got nuts Yeah man. Sticky weed kickin in, big Ball steppin in Straight flying when I hustle, thats how I represent Bounce, if you feelin what I'm spitting up in your ear hole I been rocking mics since I was 17 years old Smoking up, drinking up, kicking dust, and fucking up Everybody want a piece and we ain't got enough for us Yeah, I touched a brick or two, pounds I done smoked a few Got my bread and didn't do what the fuck I was supposed to do Money blinds players, turns them into evil spirits I try to give it to them just how it come to me Real and unedited, not like it be on TV Be myself and dont be what those haters want me to be Take the good the bad hit my knees set me free Make the bad good, put that on my leather and wood Cinderella with my fellas deep off in the hood Nigga You need to stop sticking your hand out and trying to fold it Turn around the broom handle and trying to hold it It's plenty dirt to be swept, and leaves to be raked Now you need to leave from my face, take heed to mistake That you just made, thinking a player could get played Thinking that a rapper could get wrapped and phone tapped My whole life I learned the hard way to spot liars And it seems like its usually the ones thats right by ya FIRE! Jumping up out the tip with pistols sittin up Fuck me? Watch my gun skeet like its bussing nuts 'Cept when it hit your cheek it burn then it split your cheek Then come out the back of your head, now your just a memory Graphic how I got it illustrated, rated triple X Niggas want to be the king, I dont give a fuck who's best Just watch your mouth, talkin down in the south I'm gonna let my nuts hang and start punching clowns out