(Chorus x2)Hey MJ, GMJG and 8Ball (8Ball)are on top of the world(Verse 1)Uh, Let me drop it on the oneit's the fat mac don'tlike an 8Ball, that's whypeople call me that.Some used to call me Mr. BigBut I had to flipNow they call me Mr. RuffleCuz I'm all about my chipsMatter 'fact you need a jack-hammer just to dig meOrange juice and DT people playa tipsyIt only seems like yesterday thinking backI had to work a job and hustle just to keep sackStuck in Orange Mound, ten toes downNowhere to go but upI'm underground I'm so downBut God bless me with this gift of poetrySo with this CD the world could see what I seeCame hard for them bustas on the outside looking inMade man is with some paper and a pens andDid it again, For all o'ya'llMJG and 8Ball sitting on top of the world(Chorus x2)(Verse 2)Keep that animosity that you got against me off your chestCuz you can't bring me down even if you tried your bestI guess is what I gotsta doSeparate myself from the bustas hang tight with my own crewSome people hate to see me makeAnd any opportunity they get where they can hurt me they go'n takeI hate it, but 'too late n it get's rougherMy chrome plated thang blew your cover in the gutterof the brothers who don't know me wellclaim that they do and persistence turn a lie into the truth ain't no useFirst of all I believe in GodI'm coming out hard and I can finish anything you can start cross your heartAs I keep a tight grip on my chromeCuz when I ain't at home it's gonna let me know that I ain't alone, I'm goneMentally speaking, MJG, on top of the world thousands of pearls is all that I can see(Chorus x2)(Verse 3)--Heh--I've seen so much from coast to coast and state to stateBirds slanging ballas is the fakest of the fakeGetting paid, getting played, getting sprayed in the streetsWhile me and MJG getting paid freaking beatsWere versatile south style rap abilityI had to catch a plane that took me far from my communityMade alot of cheese (cheese), people say I changed (changed)But if you thinking this you never knew me from the gate manMuch respect to young G's on the streets bangingAnd all my niggas who survive day to day swingingAnd Ill keep serving all my doh vocallycuz its survival of the fittest, mentally(Verse 4)I've seen alot of luxuries, fine cars, movie stars, social bars, many women, fake friends in my face, nine tenEven though I stack don't stand down on my income,I never would forget about the streets that I come fromThe drugs, the violence, not one day of silence,the robbing, the shooting, mothas prostitutin'.The Mound is my home, the hood im around,But if you jack me your whole families going downYour 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(Chorus until end)
