[8B] Space, Age-in baby

[TS] Right right right right

[8B] One time

[TS] Beyotch!

[8B] Yeah, you know how they like it baby, nigga you can't retire!



Verse One: Too $hort, 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 bitches tryin to sleep with me

Every night, sold out, turnin young hoes

Tell her baby, no doubt, stick this dick in yo' mouth

I smoked a lot of weed, I said a lot of rhymes

Always fucked 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 dopefiend 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 bitches and hit the highway with them drugs

Feel my flow, mix it in witcha chronic main

$hort 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 muhfucka bless you

Thanks for passin game, now let's get out here and make this loot



Chorus: Too $hort, Eightball, MJG



[TS] I won't stop rappin, I don't stop rappin

[TS] I got too much money bitch I can't stop rappin

[8B] We some presidential players, with money by the layers

[8B] Ain't nuthin you broke ass niggaz do that can fade us

[TS] I won't stop rappin, I don't stop rappin

[TS] I got too much money bitch I can't stop rappin

[MJ] I drive fast cars, eat lunch by lakes

[MJ] and meet a hundred different bitches when I drop new tapes



Verse Two: MJG, Too $hort



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 muhfuckin 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 shit that you think we are, the shit 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

was rappin, sweet lyrics, I love you, my baby

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 bitch I can't stop rappin

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

Fuck 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



Verse Three: Eightball, MJG



My way (pimp til I dieee) fuck 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 goin

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 fuck all these hoes

Friend or foe, a bitch 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 $hort, we all must be

the pimps of the industry, shit people pretend to be

Fuck 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



Chorus



[8B] Yea yea, one time, for your motherfuckin mind

[TS] Pimp shit bitch

[8B] Eightball and MJG, now what you weigh me

[TS] $hort Dawg in the house, slammin Cadillac do's, pimpin hoes

[8B] Nuthin but the real shit, nine-eight, for these tricks it's too late

[TS] It's that old school pimpin all the way from Memphis, to Oakland

[8B] Straight smokin baby, fryin em up fat

[TS] Atlanta to Houston, we still doin it like this

[8B] Yea, New York to L.A.

[TS] Beyitch!

[8B] Hah, that's right, Space Age forever, nigga

[TS] T-Mix on the funk

[8B] Dangerous Music, uhh

[TS] Suave House

[8B] I love that!