Rhyme & Reason movie - Reason for Rhyme lyrics

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Song by Eightball & MJG<br /><br>

[Verse 1, MJG, Eightball:]<br>

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I'm MJG, the nigga with the versatile style<br>

Check your calendar realize that I been here for awhile<br>

When I was young I took the soul up out of rhythm and blues<br>

When hip hop originated slowly paid my dues<br>

And take my shoes, and try to walk a mile in my past<br>

Without them salt shaker sheisters tryin to get in that ass<br>

It's been too long, you motherfuckers fittin to feel the south<br>

Shut your mouth, shut your do you little freak ass hoe<br>

I'm bout tired of all this damn east and west coast shit<br>

Especially when other niggaz tryin to work in this bitch<br>

I paid my dues to the fullest, worked to god damn hard <br>

For you too kill the industry and leave me out of a job <br>

You niggaz strain yourself, to maintain yourself<br>

And now you playin with enough rope to actually hang yourself<br>

But you don't care, hell, you constantly fallin deep in the plot<br>

Mesmerized from all the bitches and the money you got<br>

You must of forgot they said that rap would never last ten years<br>

And if your selfish to the fact, I'm tryin to have a career<br>

Now listen here, what do we have, we got probable cause<br>

To keep the pen on the paper and the glock in your drawers, nigga<br>

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Remember back when we used to do this shit for fun<br>

Bein the dopest on my block made me ranked number one<br>

No gun, just a pen and notebook paper by the sheet<br>

In the crib, gettin funky off the next nigga beat<br>

No electronics to make the shit that I wrote the chronic<br>

Shit sick enough to bring vomit from your stomach<br>

Quick as a comet, shield your eyes from the UV<br>

Groovey, like a nigga from a Batman movie<br>

Real about the shit that I express over dope beats<br>

You can't say it was fake unless you grew up on my street<br>

Concrete head niggaz, runnin from FED niggaz,<br>

Po' ass scared niggaz, that came out dead niggaz<br>

And all I ever wanted to be was an emcee<br>

Did a little dirt and found it wasn't for me<br>

Poetry flowin through my bloodstream like a drug<br>

I'm addicted to rhyme because I love the buzz, nigga<br>

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[Chorus, Repeat 2X:]<br>

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My reason for rhyme <br>

Because I'm true to this rap<br>

My reason for rhyme <br>

Because I'm real with this rap<br>

My reason for rhyme <br>

It ain't all about the cheese<br>

Even though fat lp's can make a nigga g's<br>

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[Verse 2, MJG:]<br>

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My reason for rhymin, while I'm in, a position to be tellin<br>

It's not about the fame and them bitches who be yellin<br>

At my concerts, one verse, dicks up, quick fuck<br>

Lies start spreadin now you tangled in a mix up<br>

I gits up, do sits up, and squeeze my mental mindrame back in order<br>

And use my hand as a tape recorder<br>

Jottin down all the information placed in front of me<br>

The good time, the bad time, the way I think it oughta be<br>

Now follow G, can you comprehend?<br>

If you can then drink a shot of Hen<br>

Hit this hand on your silver end<br>

Friends don't be friends and foes don't be foes<br>

However the way you bring it, that's how you want it, I suppose<br>

I can stay up out the game keep my aim on my paper<br>

And I'll be sure to keep my pimpin real with Tony Draper<br>

And I'll potray the man that I'm known to be<br>

Dim the lights (Hip-tie) for the MJG<br>

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[Chorus, Repeat 2X]<br>

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[Verse 3, Eightball:]<br>

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Give me a crowd of wild niggaz who love real hip hop<br>

And watched smoke get soaked up, like water in a mop<br>

Drop presidents among me and my own folk<br>

And let that bullshit walk among the past with ghosts<br>

Ain't no hope of bein takin seriously <br>

When limited avenues are given to me<br>

So, naturally I take shit and make shit mine<br>

Jackin only for position in this thing called rhyme<br>

Freestyle, not great, but if you wait for a second<br>

I could write some shit down that could get a gold record<br>

Thought about not the first thing that I think about<br>

MJG and Eightball and hard is how we comin out<br>

Runnin out, niggaz who can't hold on like En Vogue<br>

Even though I moved out the mound I'm still ten toed<br>

Down for the shit I do, the Suave House crew<br>

True to this shit, because this shit is so true<br>

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[Chorus, Repeat 2X]<br>

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[End with shoutouts]<br>

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