Intro (Eightball)
 Yeah  Yeah...Space Age forever..Niggas and hoes better recognize
 Eightball & MJG...been ten toes down in this game
 since we were two young playas in a one horse town
 then hopped to a muthafuckin grasshopper
 Nigga  my life would have been done got cut off...
 If my dues weren't paid.

 Chorus (Cee Lo)

 It's ah  skinnin lines between wrong and right
 Trapped in a trap til the mornin light
 Ghetto ain't left me no choices, I had to fight
 My momma and daddy was too young to raise me right.
 Maybe I been made a man from all the mistakes I made
 Niggas dead, niggas gone, I still ain't afraid.
 Ain't too grown to get back on with ghetto games I played
 My life would have been done got cut off if the dues weren't paid.

 MJG

 In the middle of doin crime (Uggh), it never stopped me from writin rhymes
 It never stopped me from playin music,
 God, but it didn't mean I had to use it
 It was obvious, I had to give up the streets - for the beats
 Not knowin, but havin faith on just how long that it would be
 Before I made it, before somebody picked up my tape and played it
 With a remark like, "Hey, played that instrumental, you cat's got potential."
 In the process of doing talent shows, parties, and mix tapes
 We even put it down on some of our homeboys jail release dates
 I can remember in the past closin down at fast foods
 Strictly stickin to my dreams, but feelin like I'd be the last dude
 Who can make it in this rap, I thought that they ain't go see me in Memphis
 It was like a time they looked over Tennesseee,
 and didn't know Hip-Hop was in us.
 To all my vets in the game, I got love, stay on your toes
 Cause back in the days, I use to use your 4-5 instrumental to do my shows
 And look, I was 17 - when I signed my first contract
 And about 18 1/2 when I signed my worst contract, we hurt from that
 And til this day, they still distributin - our first tape
 before Comin Out Hard, now can you feel it?
 Be humble and patient with whatever you should choose
 Cause, to get to where I am right now, I don't paid my dues.

 Chorus

 Eightball

 A C-note for a concert, I know that sounds preposterous
 Nigga, we didn't have a pot to piss
 So we got on stage and we rocked the bitch.
 Fuck the chee$e, I love to see...My niggas in the front row
 Get buck wild, start a fight, the police make a nigga stop the show
 Niggas all in the parkin lot, bustin shots, fuckin with hoes
 Box chevy with the spokes and vogues,
 niggas didn't know shit about a 20 inch Mo-Mo
 Hard head, young nigga don't believe that shit, til I see that shit
 See them heavyweight niggas, one day, I'm gonna be that shit
 Ok, everybody know everybody done sold dope, ran with a gang
 Pimp some hoes, and..snorted a little coke..but uhh..
 I'm space agein..and we'll forever be
 Eightball, the fat mack, and...M-J fuckin G
 Turn the page, from then to now, and we still grindin
 Small clubs and small towns think they bouncin, and we find them
 Put them on the guest list, make them pump their fist and get buck to this
 Make one of them weed smokin, gangsta bitches get fucked to this
 Expand, give all my true fans what they demand
 Do my part again and uhh...come out hard again and uhh..
 Keep space agein, and we'll forever be...
 Eightball, the fat mack, and...M-J fuckin G.

 Chorus