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.
Throw Your Hands Up
Eightball & MJG Lyrics
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Bitch, I ain't got nothing but time, so I'ma get out on these cuts
and grind, keep my mind on cloud twenty-nine
my player ways keep me with plenty dimes,
see I'ma shine like all six of my gold teeth,
when a nigga get through cooking up, this O-Z,
all night on the block til the sun rise,
my only friend is a glock with the 4-5
day dreamin bout flousin tha drop top, (woop)
blue lights snap me back to reality
I hit the alley quick and toss what I got on me
Tricks ain't got shit to do but harass,
search tha nigga and took about a three in cash,
I guess that's better than gettin locked up,
or gettin jammed with that shit I had rocked up, huh!
Chorus:
Now I heard that the South is where yo folks from,
down in the bottoms where they broke some,
whips cross a nigga back, way back,
and now they wonder why we act, how we act,
gold teeth and heavy chevys, and talking slow,
afros & loud ass Italian clothes,
People bar-be-quein in the front yard
Money from the first of the month card!
[Eightball]
If anybody out their hear me get ya hands up,
If anybody out their feel me get ya hands up,
If anybody out their hear me get ya hands up,
If anybody out their feel me get ya hands up!
[MJG]
I got a maid cooking grits, with a, outfit,
so tight my niggas wanna stay the whole nite
Dice game in the kitchen, nigga, T. Lee
Nigga drunk singin sounding like tha Bee Gees
Ham sam'ich in the driveway, drop top
naked women in tha den playing, hop scotch
Thirty bustas in my yard, they be, long gone
So hit me and I'ma keep my, phone on
I be out turning corners, dranking, one fifth
Got some scratches on my rims, cause of one dip
Met a broad yesterday, she hit me, ten times,
if I diss her it'll take a nigga ten lines
MJG standing tall and I, won't fold
You can have all the bitches, cause I, don't hold
on to any woman like a human hand cuff
You got ya hair down baby fuck it, stand up!
(Repeat chorus)
[Eightball]
If anybody out their hear me get ya hands up,
If anybody out their feel me get ya hands up,
If anybody out their hear me get ya hands up,
If anybody out their feel me get ya hands up!
[Big Boi]
How many flows can I compose, I drop this slang like lyrical bows,
stickin out just like an OUTKAST, over thornt from StimmerGroves,
like nachos, the lyrics are crispy, crackin when y'all bite,
been had a coke and a smile, now I'm trippin off Yak & Sprite,
y'all just might seem to skunk out, with a girl who chunked out,
below the Mason-Dixon line, real niggas know what I'm talkin about,
from Texas, Atlanta, oh man, Alabama, Savannah,
The deeper the darker tha dirty south is what I'm after,
no laughter, the content of the rhyme may be contagious
The Space Age is pimpin this, players comin major,
they shot the psycho that sprayed, cut ya wife and played her
The player the B.I.G, B.O.I, dope boy rhyme maker,
beats by the layers, of music right here to please you,
but if ain't that dirty then patna see we don't need you,
you know I'm talkin bout
OutKast, Eightball, MJG on y'all punk motherfuckers!
(Repeat chorus)
[Eightball]
If anybody out their hear me get ya hands up,
If anybody out their feel me get ya hands up,
If anybody out their hear me get ya hands up,
If anybody out their feel me get ya hands up!
[Andre Benjamin]
You wouldn't understand, if you stood under it (ooh),
it's like the more that I talk to you tha dumber that I get,
the closer that I walk to you, the further that we stand,
apart distance, nobody has the upper hand but my bodies resistance,
so now, throw your filangies in tha ground,
I'm still abound, un-believers stay from hell around
I found negatives niggas they only keep ya down,
transmitting from Native American burial grounds
I carry around, the weight of all worlds on my shoulderpads
um post ta blast space invaders up somebodys dad
Serious as Aa-Bb-Cc, if knowledge be the key then
but it roasted on the porch, and wait for ya momma to get off work
So she can roast yo ass, either to finda open window fast
Word to the motherfucker, word to the motherfucker
Word to the motherfucker!
(Repeat chorus)
[Eightball]
If anybody out their hear me get ya hands up,
If anybody out their feel me get ya hands up,
If anybody out their hear me get ya hands up,
If anybody out their feel me get ya hands up!
In Eightball & MJG's song "Throw Your Hands Up," they call on their audience to put their hands up if they are a "playa n***a" or "thug n***a." They also encourage those who are not as successful to give their money to women (who they refer to as "hoes") and to stay on guard against enemies. The lyrics suggest that success comes from smoking weed, learning from "real n***as," and hooking up with attractive women. The rappers also emphasize their skills as lyricists, boasting about their "acrobatic tongue tactics" and "bomb shit." They conclude the song by exhorting listeners to "get up" and put their hands in the air.
Line by Line Meaning
Yeah
Introduction to the song
All my playa niggaz throw your hands up
Calling out to all the cool guys to throw their hands up
And all my thug niggaz throw your guns up
Asking the tough guys to pull out their guns
Weak niggaz give your funds up to these hoes
Telling the easy targets to give their money to the women
Distance your foes and stay up on your toes
Keep your enemies away and stay alert
I love this game but its not the NBA
I love what I do, but it's not basketball
It be me and MJ doin' shit the playa way
Me and MJ do things in a cool way
Daily smokin' hay
We smoke weed every day
The time on my Roly tellin' me I'm gonna make cheese like Kobe
My expensive watch tells me that I'll be successful like Kobe Bryant
Did what the real niggaz showed me and shook the phonies
I followed the example of the authentic guys and avoided the fake ones
Hooked the honies, lookin' like I got some money
I impressed the girls by looking rich
Ain't it funny, they diss you when you lookin' bunny
It's funny how people talk about you when you look like a target
But she your honey, when your stuff shrimps in her tummy
But she's your girl when you satisfy her sexually
I just call it how I see it, non-fictional
I speak the truth, no lies
Deliver the bomb shit, straight irresistible
I deliver amazing music that's impossible to resist
Without a pistol, I'll make you put your hands up
I can make you raise your hands without a weapon
So everybody in the place put your hands up
Everyone should put their hands up
Stompin' and pimpin' and mackin' and actin' bad when a nigga rappin'
We're doing all the cool things when rapping
Get your hands up, let me see the big butts
Raise your hands and show me the big butts
We don't want to see nothin' but the big butts
We only care about seeing big butts, nothing else
Thug niggaz if you feel me bust
If you're a thug and you understand me, shoot your gun
No matter where you at pull your shit out and bust
Regardless of where you are, pull out your gun and shoot
Yeah, first to bringin' the pain
I'm one of the first to bring the pain
And you better bring a Hertz too
You better come prepared
Southern voodoo brewed up to curse you
We make Southern voodoo to curse our enemies
May even hurt you, born into violence
The violence is in our nature
Streets a pilot, flyin' rhymes over cloudy beats
We're the pilots of the streets, flying over dope beats
50 thousand feet above what you thought I was
I'm way more than what you initially thought of me
Just a scrub, not good enough to get your love
You thought I was just a regular person, not worthy of your love
I came with acrobatic tongue tactics
I have amazing rapping skills
Parental advisory because my shit is graphic
My lyrics are explicit and might require parental advisory
Tatooed on your memory that fat Tennesee MC
You'll always remember the rapper from Tennessee
Comin' out hard, they call me Mr. be-I-G
I come out tough, and they call me Mr. B-I-G
But not because of my size, you better recognize
Don't think that my name means I'm big in size, you should know better
I'm do or die, when you talk about my green guys
I'm willing to do anything to protect my money
Warn the citizens, the killers on the loose again
Tell everyone to be careful because the killers are back
Gone off of 'lucigens, clownin' in the big Benz
High off of drugs, driving around in a fancy car
All I want to do is make a nigga get bucked
I just want to make someone excited
So get up, and get your mothafuckin' hands up
Stand up and raise your hands
Throw your hands in the smoke, cause there's smoke in the air
Raise your hands and enjoy the smoke in the area
Get close to me, I'll contact your ass like a flare
Come close to me, and I'll be in touch like a flare
As you stare, nigga you gonna come to term with what you see
As you look at me, you'll come to terms with who I am
A primitive example of the shit you want to be
I'm a primitive version of the person you aspire to be
And I ain't gonna be persuaded, by blue sueded shoe wearin'
I won't be convinced by someone wearing fancy shoes
Slick gun bitches, who get paid quick
Women who carry guns and make money quickly
Trick niggaz stop all of that trickin' and shit
Guys, stop tricking around and acting foolish
If she come with a price tag, fuck that bitch
If a woman is only after money, forget about her
Why should you switch?
Why would you switch women?
From one hoe, and love 'em all
Love all women, even those who are promiscuous
Cause she could suck the flavor out a dick?
Is it because she's good at oral sex?
Hell nah
Hell no
One thing you gotta know about a woman
One thing you need to know about women
Big dicks will be the reason for some shit known to get that pussy comin'
Having a large penis can make a woman sexually excited
Now who I be, before the G, MJ
Before I became a fan of MJ, I was someone else
Nigga I ain't tryin' to high side
I'm not trying to show off
But have a nice day
Have a nice day
Like a, get a way girl
Like a girl who's always on the move
I get hips to watch
I attract a lot of attention from women
I'm takin' applications
I'm accepting applications for girlfriends
Look at all the traffic you stopped
Look at how many people are looking at you
Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Royalty Network
Written by: ANDRE BENJAMIN, MARLON GOODWIN, ANTWAN PATTON, DAVID A. SHEATS, PREMRO SMITH
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
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@mellymelw1679
2023 and I'm still playing this ... Classic song that go hard 🔥🔥🔥🔥
@n8gr888
That.... that might be one of the best beats I've ever heard. Damn, they knew it was so good they just let it play for 30 seconds after they finished spittin'
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Facts
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Mr. DJ on the beat
@4thletta
I remember i drove from Miami to Alabama & played this song the whole time! You cant fail wit 8Ball &MJG and Outkast!!! SOUTHERN LEGENDS!!!!!
@christianharris3597
That's real spit
@iproducerhythm
"you wouldnt understand if you stood under it"- Andre 3000..greatest line EVER
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Yes it is!!!
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