They first appeared on the rap scene with their 1993 album Comin' Out Hard. The album was successful commercially as well as critically and established the group as a prominent act in the then emerging Southern Rap scene. Their subsequent albums in the 1990s including 1994's On the Outside Looking In, and 1995's On Top of the World cemented their status as some of the South's best rappers. On Top of the World was particularly succeessful, peaking at #8 on the Billboard Hot 200 and being certified Gold. After those albums both 8Ball & MJG released solo albums, first MJG's No More Glory in 1997 and then 8Ball's Lost in 1998. They reunited in 1999 to release their fourth album as a group, titled In Our Lifetime, Vol. 1
For their later releases they signed with Bad Boy Records. Their first album for Bad Boy Records, Living Legends, was certified Gold by the RIAA. Their second album on Bad Boy Records was titled Ridin High and was released in March 2007.
Commercially one of the high points of 8Ball & MJG's career was their being featured on Three 6 Mafia's hit song "Stay Fly" in 2005. That song peaked at #13 on the Billboard Hot 100, which is the biggest hit of Three 6 Mafia's career and the biggest hit for 8Ball & MJG. The song was a collaboration between two of the most successful rap groups from the state of Tennessee, where Three 6 Mafia also hail from.
Today 8Ball and MJG also head their own record labels. 8Ball heads 8 Ways Entertainment (distributed by Koch Entertainment), while MJG heads MJG Muzik. On their label are the young, up and coming Memphis duo, Da Volunteers, who are widely known throughout the Southern United States for their 2006 single, "What's Yo Favorite Color?", which glorifies their neighborhood of Orange Mound.
In September 2007, 8Ball and MJG signed deals in Sacramento, CA with Real Talk Entertainment 8Ball released a group album with E.D.I of the Outlawz entitled Doin' It Big on April 1, 2008 and MJG released a solo album entitled Pimp Tight on April 29, 2008.
In June 2008 the group announced that they have officially signed onto T.I.'s record label Grand Hustle.
Forever
8Ball & MJG Lyrics
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Hey
See a nigga like me gonna get money till I get rich
Ride with a couple hundred G's in a biscuit
Stay down for whatever forever hustle with my mystic hoes
And soon you gonna see just how crunk this shit be once we get rich
Till then it's back to hustlin' with my misfits
Fifty songs tucked under the prone
I keep a big old nigga beater heater
It's in the trunk of my four-door and my two seater
I'm 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 hoe 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 knowledge 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
See a nigga like me gonna get money till I get rich
Ride with a couple hundred G's in a biscuit
Stay down for whatever forever hustle with my mystic hoes
And soon you gonna see just how crunk this shit be once we get rich
Till then it's back to hustlin' with my misfits
Deep, on a creep, fifty songs tucked under the prone
Fifty songs tucked under the prone
Yeah man
Sticky weed kickin in, big Ball steppin in
Straight flying when I hustle, that's how I represent
Bounce, if you feelin what I'm spitting up in your ear hole
I been rocking mics since I was seventeen 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
Niggaz die trying to live out these old rap lyrics
I try to give it to them just how it come to me
Real and unedited, not like it be on T.V
Be myself and don't 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
See a nigga like me gonna get money till I get rich
Ride with a couple hundred G's in a biscuit
Stay down for whatever forever hustle with my mystic hoes
And soon you gonna see just how crunk this shit be once we get rich
Till then it's back to hustlin' with my misfit's
Deep, on a creep, fifty songs tucked under the prone
Fifty songs tucked under the prone
You need to stop sticking your hand out and trying to (?)
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 it's usually the ones that's right by ya
Fire!
Jumping up out the tip with pistols sittin' up
Fuck me? Watch my gun skeet like it's 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
Niggaz want to be the king, I don't 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
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 with my mystic hoes
And soon you gonna see just how crunk this shit be once we get rich
Til then it's back to hustlin' with my misfits
Deep, on a creep, fifty songs tucked under the prone
Fifty songs tucked under the prone
The song "Forever" by 8Ball & MJG, produced by Bangladesh, is a hustler's anthem that details the grind and the struggles of the life of a rapper. 8Ball & MJG rap about the harsh realities of the street life with lyrics that are raw, gritty, and unapologetic. The chorus sets the tone for the song with 8Ball rapping about his desire to get rich no matter what it takes, while MJG emphasizes his commitment to hustling until he reaches the top. The verses describe the duo's drug trade and the violent nature of the street life while emphasizing their desire to rise to the top of the rap game.
The first verse begins with 8Ball rapping about his hustle, his "mystic hoes," and his stash of music, while also alluding to his pistol tucked in the trunk of his car. He stresses that he has more money than his haters and aims to keep spitting knowledge like preachers and teachers. In the second half of the verse, MJG adds his flavor to the song with a flow that drips with confidence and finesses. He highlights his prowess as a pimp, his affection for his woman, and the fact that he's got more money than Aretha Franklin.
In the second verse, 8Ball expands on the tough reality of street life, including the danger that comes with trying to achieve success. He warns others not to make the mistake of trying to cross him or anyone in his circle, and he emphasizes the importance of staying true to oneself. MJG's verse is focused on the violence that is all around them in the streets, including the risk of getting shot, but he's not intimidated. He's determined to rise to the top, no matter what.
The song's overall theme is about the tenacity and resilience necessary to succeed in the rap game, all while hustling in the streets. It's an ode to the grind, to the people who live the street life, and those who want more for themselves. The chorus sums it up perfectly, with 8Ball's lyrics, "See a nigga like me gonna get money till I get rich."
Line by Line Meaning
Ooh la la Bangladesh
Introduction to the song with no specific meaning
See a nigga like me gonna get money till I get rich
I will keep hustling until I become wealthy
Ride with a couple hundred G's in a biscuit
I have hundreds of thousands of dollars in cash on me
Stay down for whatever forever hustle with my mystic hoes
I will remain committed to hustling with my loyal women forever
And soon you gonna see just how crunk this shit be once we get rich
You will see how crazy and fun our lives will be once we become wealthy
Till then it's back to hustlin' with my misfits
In the meantime, I will continue hustling with my outcasts
Deep, on a creep, fifty songs tucked under the prone
I have fifty songs hidden and ready for release
I keep a big old nigga beater heater
I carry a large gun in case of any trouble
It's in the trunk of my four-door and my two seater
The gun is stored in both my four-door and two-seater cars
I'm make them say skeeter skeeter
I am so good in bed that I make women scream with pleasure
Keep up and grab the ball back just like I'm Derek Jeter
I am quick to react and get things done just like baseball star Derek Jeter
I know you want to fuck my hoe but you too scared to meet her
You are afraid to approach my woman even though you may be interested in her
See you ain't got enough bread to even start to treat her
You do not have enough money to even begin to pursue my woman
The way a pimp did, and in the bed I'm even sweeter
I am sweet and great in bed like a pimp
I hustle, I got more Franklins in me than Aretha
I work hard and have more Benjamin Franklin bills (USD 100) on me than the singer Aretha Franklin
If I had Oprah Winfrey I would marry her and keep her
If I had Oprah Winfrey, I would propose and keep her as my wife
I spit as much knowledge as preachers and teachers
I share a lot of wisdom and knowledge like preachers and teachers do
Just as long as the message reach us we all fill up the bleachers
As long as the message is received, we will all come together and celebrate
I'm the MJG, I get in yo' shit
I am MJG, and I will interfere with your business
I ain't trying to run yo' clique, that be your friend so quick
I am not trying to take over your business, your friends may do that
Come on, where my money, let me hit the stage
Give me my money so I can perform on stage
Fuck them long interviews, just give us the front page
I am not interested in long interviews, just put me on the front page
Black G apostrophe S us, forever bust
We are Black Gangster Souls and will always be hustling
Them lyrics that make the people say that he got nuts
My lyrics are so crazy that people think I am nuts
Sticky weed kickin in, big Ball steppin in
I am smoking some strong marijuana and feeling good
Straight flying when I hustle, that's how I represent
I am successful and fly when I hustle, that is how I present myself
Bounce, if you feelin what I'm spitting up in your ear hole
If you enjoy my rap, then dance and jump to it
I been rocking mics since I was seventeen years old
I have been performing on microphones since I was seventeen years old
Smoking up, drinking up, kicking dust, and fucking up
I smoke, drink, hang out with friends, and make mistakes
Everybody want a piece and we ain't got enough for us
Everyone wants a share, but we do not have enough for ourselves
Yeah, I touched a brick or two, pounds I done smoked a few
I have sold drugs and smoked pounds of marijuana
Got my bread and didn't do what the fuck I was supposed to do
I made money, but did not use it wisely
Money blinds players, turns them into evil spirits
Money can corrupt people and lead them to do bad things
Niggaz die trying to live out these old rap lyrics
People die trying to live the life they hear in old rap lyrics
I try to give it to them just how it come to me
I try to present my music as honestly as it comes to me
Real and unedited, not like it be on T.V
My music is genuine and not edited like it is on television
Be myself and don't be what those haters want me to be
I am true to myself and not what haters want me to become
Take the good the bad hit my knees set me free
I accept the good and the bad, pray and let it go
Make the bad good, put that on my leather and wood
I will find the positive in the negative and live by it
Cinderella with my fellas deep off in the hood
I am like a Cinderella with my friends in the ghetto
Till then it's back to hustlin' with my misfit's
I will keep hustling with my outcasts until I become rich
You need to stop sticking your hand out and trying to (?)
Stop begging for money and trying to take advantage of me
Turn around the broom handle and trying to hold it
You are trying to control something that you are not capable of
It's plenty dirt to be swept, and leaves to be raked
There are lots of things that need to be done, so stop bothering me
Now you need to leave from my face, take heed to mistake
You need to leave me alone and learn from your mistake
That you just made, thinking a player could get played
You made a mistake by thinking that I can be fooled
Thinking that a rapper could get wrapped and phone tapped
You thought a rapper could be caught and wiretapped by authorities
My whole life I learned the hard way to spot liars
I have learned to identify liars through my own experiences
And it seems like it's usually the ones that's right by ya
It appears that liars are usually your closest associates
Fire!
An interjection to express excitement
Jumping up out the tip with pistols sittin' up
I am ready to jump out and fight with my guns
Fuck me? Watch my gun skeet like it's bussing nuts
If you mess with me, I will shoot my gun like it is releasing bullets
'Cept when it hit your cheek it burn then it split your cheek
When it hits your cheek, it will burn and split it open
Then come out the back of your head, now your just a memory
Then it will exit from the back of your head, and you will just be a memory
Graphic how I got it illustrated, rated triple X
I graphically illustrate how I use my gun to hurt people, with an adult-rated content
Niggaz want to be the king, I don't give a fuck who's best
People want to be the best, but I do not care about that
Just watch your mouth, talkin' down in the south
Be respectful and careful when speaking in the south
I'm gonna let my nuts hang and start punching clowns out
I will be confident and fight anyone who disrespects me
See a nigga like me gonna get money til I get rich
I will keep hustling until I am wealthy
Til then it's back to hustlin' with my misfits
Until then, I will keep hustling with my outcasts
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: Premro Smith, Marlon Jermaine Goodwin, Lloyd Shondrae Crawford, Lloyd Polite
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
@GetthechecklikeNike
Lloyd just sliding and gliding everywhere still got me in tears 😂😂 He killed the hook and the dance
@EscoSar
2004 was a Raw Year 🔥🔥🔥🔥
@smoove2432
Lloyd wasnt playing on this hook
@TrillDistic
On life
@savageshawn10
Exactly...one of the best hooks of all time. Rivaling Max B, Nate Dogg and Z-Ro
@unclephill2456
@Barbosa Dunkin crew by Brent faiyaz is the best hip hop hook of all time s/o max & Nate
@ytry9268
@The Trill Cet-Distic (Mr. My My My)
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@MsNunu2121
Factual. I seen Llyod perform Saturday and Eightball and MJG Sunday...nobody did this song 🙄
@aleshazeigler6306
This song is a gem
@brewalls2301
when this was first released I replayed Lloyd intro alone atleast 10 times. This one will forever be a fav of mine!