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
Eightball & 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
In the song Forever by Eightball & MJG, they discuss the concept of hustling and getting rich. The chorus discusses the desire to keep hustling and making money until they become rich. They also mention their mystic hoes and misfits, who they will keep hustling with until they reach their goal. The verses contain vivid descriptions of their lifestyle and the possessions they have acquired through their hustling, such as their big old nigga beater heater and a couple hundred G's in a biscuit. MJG also discusses his knowledge and the message he spreads through his music, likening himself to preachers and teachers. The final verse sees Eightball discussing the necessity of being true to oneself and avoiding the pitfalls of being a rapper, such as getting wrapped and phone tapped.
Line by Line Meaning
See a nigga like me gonna get money til I get rich
I am determined to make money and become rich
Ride with a couple hundred G's in a biscuit
I carry large amounts of money with me at all times
Stay down for whatever forever hustle with my mystic hoes
I am loyal to my group and work hard with my female partners
And soon you gonna see just how crunk this shit be once we get rich
You will witness how wild and exciting our lifestyle will be when we become rich
Til then its back to hustlin with my misfits
Until then, I am back to working hard with my unconventional group
Deep, on a creep, fifty songs tucked under the prone
I am discreet and prepared, with fifty songs ready to go
I keep a big old nigga beater heater
I carry a large weapon for self-protection
Its in the trunk of my four-door and my two seater
I keep the weapon in the trunk of both my four-door and two-seater cars
I'm make them say skeeter skeeter
I make my enemies regret messing with me
Keep up and grab the ball back just like I'm Derek Jeter
I am skilled at keeping control and winning, like Derek Jeter
I hustle, I got more Franklins in me than Aretha
I work hard and have a lot of money
If I had Oprah Winfrey I would marry her and keep her
If I could, I would marry Oprah Winfrey and keep her all to myself
I spit as much knowledge as preachers and teachers
I share valuable insights 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 support it
Sticky weed kickin in, big Ball steppin in
I am feeling the effects of marijuana, and entering the scene with confidence
Smoking up, drinking up, kicking dust, and fucking up
I enjoy smoking and drinking, and can be reckless at times
Everybody want a piece and we ain't got enough for us
Everyone wants a share of our success, but there's not enough to go around
I try to give it to them just how it come to me
I try to share my experiences and knowledge as honestly as possible
Be myself and don't be what those haters want me to be
I stay true to myself and don't let others' negative opinions affect me
Take the good the bad hit my knees set me free
I accept both the good and bad things in life, and seek spiritual freedom
Turn around the broom handle and trying to hold it
Stop trying to manipulate or control the situation
Money blinds players, turns them into evil spirits
Money can make people greedy and corrupt
Thinking a player could get played
Thinking that I could be deceived or taken advantage of
I'm gonna let my nuts hang and start punching clowns out
I will assert my dominance and stand up to anyone who challenges me
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: Premro Smith, Marlon Jermaine Goodwin, Lloyd Shondrae Crawford, Lloyd Polite
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
@neshamazing9203
I HATED this song, lol. My older brother played it every morning as we got ready for school. It grew on me because of Lloyd's part. Now that my brother has passed, this song randomly comes to mind and I smile lol. Miss him and this is one of many songs that remind me of him.
@mikeandmars2345
🙏🙏🙏
@boutwhatever7520
Damn bro I feel u on that I was n jail in milledgeville ydc when this dropped..... just when I thought I had it bad smile he hear u and turn this shit up da loudest for em when u bang it
@ILLSTATEMOBSTER
Condolences aside......how in the world could anyone hate this pure classic!!! It was near the end of real rap
@pjcm9367
Shit
@ILLSTATEMOBSTER
It's a fucking time capsule if you ask me 💯
@finessetv9452
Who’s here in 2020?🤷🏽♂️
@packhead222
Memphis m'ade💪🏾
@christophermiller6835
Me...Detroit in here!!
@SapBoy365
November 2020