On Top of the World

Hey MJG

MJG and that nigga 8Ball

On top of the world

Uh, Let me drop it on the one

It's the fat mac dope

Like an 8Ball, that's why

People call me that

Some used to call me Mr. Big

But I had to flip

Now they call me Mr. Ruffle

Cuz I'm all about my chips

Matter 'fact you need a jack-

Hammer just to dig me

Orange juice and DT people playa tipsy

It only seems like yesterday thinking back

I had to work a job and hustle just to keep sack

Stuck in Orange Mound, ten toes down

Nowhere to go but up

I'm underground I'm so down

But God bless me with this gift of poetry

So with this CD the world could see what I see

Came hard for them bustas on the outside looking in

Made man is with some paper and a pens and

Did it again, For all of ya'll

MJG and 8Ball sitting on top of the world

Hey MJG

MJG and and that nigga 8Ball

On top of the world

Keep that animosity that you got against me off your chest

Cuz you can't bring me down even if you tried your best

I guess is what I gotsta do

Separate myself from the bustas hang tight with my own crew

Some people hate to see me make

And any opportunity they get where they can hurt me they go'n take

I hate it, but 'too late n it get's rougher

My chrome plated thang blew your cover in the gutter

Of the brothers who don't know me well

Claim that they do and persistence turn a lie into the truth ain't no use

First of all I believe in God

I'm coming out hard and I can finish anything you can start cross your heart

As I keep a tight grip on my chrome

Cuz when I ain't at home it's gonna let me know that I ain't alone, I'm gone

Mentally speaking, MJG, on top of the world thousands of pearls is all that I can see

Hey MJG

MJG and and that nigga 8Ball

On top of the world

I've seen so much from coast to coast and state to state

Birds slanging ballas is the fakest of the fake

Getting paid, getting played, getting sprayed in the streets

While me and MJG getting paid freaking beats

Were versatile south style rap ability

I had to catch a plane that took me far from my community

Made alot of cheese, people say I changed

But if you thinking this you never knew me from the gate man

Much respect to young G's on the streets banging

And all my niggas who survive day to day swinging

And Ill keep serving all my doh vocally

Cuz its survival of the fittest, mentally

I've seen alot of luxuries, fine cars, movie stars, social bars, many women, fake friends in my face, nine ten

Even though I stack don't stand down on my income

I never would forget about the streets that I come from

The drugs, the violence, not one day of silence

The robbing, the shooting, mothas prostitutin'

The Mound is my home, the hood I'm around

But if you jack me your whole families going down

Your motha, your daddy, your aunty, your cousins, they all going out by the whole dirty dozen

M, JG, music in the streets scholar, on top of the world tryin to make a dollar

Hey MJG

MJG and that nigga 8Ball

On top of the world