Eightball - Live This Lyrics
[Eightball]Yeah..Eightball the Fat Mack (yeah)Space Age representation yaknahmsayin?Sittin around thinkin..Yaknah'm talkin bout? (yeah)[Verse 1]I was twelve years old when I sold my first stoneThirteen when I bought my first gold herring boneMJ knew how to cook it up, and I supplied the kitchenMy momma was at work and never really paid attention*****es comin in and out, *****in, gettin blowedA couple of my niggaz like to dirty up they noseBut I was never into that, I really loved the chief hayPipes with them white boys, them blunts when I'm around the wayNever seen nothin other than them streetlightsLate at night, trife niggaz be out gettin hypeAin't no tellin what a young nigga might seeMight be, when he grown up in the inner cityEverybody got they own shit they dealin with (uh)E'ry muh'*****er livin should be feelin this (uh)Money ain't the only thing that bring a nigga joyBut when you ain't got it mayne it be so hard[Hook - 2X]How many niggaz live the shit they spit?(..live the shit they spit)How many niggaz spit the shit they wish?(..spit the shit they wish)They could get, when they blow up and get legit(..blow up and get legit)How many niggaz live the shit they spit?(..live the shit they spit)[Verse 2]Tell me nigga if you feel what I'm spittin to youIs any of this shit sinkin in and gettin to you?I've been on the road, hustlin for ten deepIn yo' city on the backstreet gettin weed (uh)*****in wit niggaz that don't even know how to rapNiggaz that go to every fight and shit like thatAnd don't trip nigga, we ain't got no beef (uh-uh)And no beliefs in nothin that we can't seeExcept God, I pray to him and he be right there wit meHe make it all good, even when it ain't prettyEvery nigga got they nose in my bankrollRollin over with these hoes in my night clothes (uh)Late night shows, gotta get it how we comeOn the bus, on the plane, know we push some (yep)Now you gotta get nigga so I gotta get it (gotta get it)If you ain't got it yet, nigga you betta go and get it[Hook - 2X][Verse 3]Rap, dope game, Lil' Ki' told me thatIt's for real if you look at how a nigga reactLook - dope makes cash (uh-huh) CD's make G's (uh-huh)Dope getcha locked up, CD's getcha free (uh-uh)You might think that if ya don't know the game (uh)Them niggaz rearranged but the game stay the sameI put it in my head and I locked itLoaded up my mouthpiece, *****ed it and I popped itBrrrr.. bulletproof nigga cain't nuttin stop thisEverybody gettin hit, when I start to drop thisWatch this (uh) big, fat, overweight, Space Age,black-ass nigga, lookin fly on the front page (uh)Gotta love it when you see it cuz it's all real (yea)I done seen niggaz lie still and get killed (uh-huh)Blood spilled over muh'*****in record dealsAin't shit changed nigga and it never will[Hook - 4X]Yeah mayne, knahmsayin...*music fades out*
