8Ball - Live This lyrics
[8Ball - Live This lyrics]
Yeah eightball the Fat Mack (yeah)
Space Age representation yaknahmsayin?
Sittin around thinkin
Yaknah'm talkin bout? (yeah)
I was twelve years old when
I sold my first stone
Thirteen when I bought my
First gold herring bone
MJ knew how to cook it up
And I supplied the kitchen
My momma was at work and
Never really paid attention
Bitches comin in and out, fuckin
Gettin blowed a couple of my niggas like
To dirty up they nose
But, I was never into that
I really loved the chief hay
Pipes with them white boys
Them blunts when I'm around the way
Never seen nothin other
Than them streetlights late at night
Trife niggas be out gettin hype
Ain't no tellin what a young nigga might see
Might be, when he grown up in the inner city
Everybody got they own shit they dealin with
(uh)
E'ry muh'fucker livin should be feelin this
(uh) money ain't the only thing that
Bring a nigga joy
But when you ain't got it mayne it be so hard
How many niggas live the shit they spit?
(live the shit they spit)
How many niggas 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 niggas live the shit they spit?
(live the shit they spit)
Tell me nigga if you feel
What I'm spittin to you
Is any of this shit sinkin
In and gettin to you?
I've been on the road, hustlin for ten deep
In yo' city on the backstreet gettin weed
(uh) fuckin wit niggas that don't even
Know how to rap
Niggas that go to every fight
And shit like that
And don't trip nigga, we ain't got no beef
(uh uh)
And no beliefs in nothin that we can't see
Except God
I pray to him and he be right there wit me
He make it all good
Even when it ain't pretty
Every nigga got they nose in my bankroll
Rollin over with these hoes
In my night clothes (uh)
Late night shows, gotta get it how we come
On 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
Rap, dope game, Lil' Ki' told me that
It's for real if you look
At how a nigga react look - 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 niggas rearranged but the
Game stay the same
I put it in my head and I locked it
Loaded up my mouthpiece
Cocked it and I popped it
Brrrr bulletproof nigga cain't
Nuttin stop this everybody gettin hit
When I start to drop this watch 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 niggas lie still and get killed
(uh huh)
Blood spilled over muh'fuckin record deals
Ain't shit changed nigga and it never will
Yeah mayne, knahmsayin
Space Age representation yaknahmsayin?
Sittin around thinkin
Yaknah'm talkin bout? (yeah)
I was twelve years old when
I sold my first stone
Thirteen when I bought my
First gold herring bone
MJ knew how to cook it up
And I supplied the kitchen
My momma was at work and
Never really paid attention
Bitches comin in and out, fuckin
Gettin blowed a couple of my niggas like
To dirty up they nose
But, I was never into that
I really loved the chief hay
Pipes with them white boys
Them blunts when I'm around the way
Never seen nothin other
Than them streetlights late at night
Trife niggas be out gettin hype
Ain't no tellin what a young nigga might see
Might be, when he grown up in the inner city
Everybody got they own shit they dealin with
(uh)
E'ry muh'fucker livin should be feelin this
(uh) money ain't the only thing that
Bring a nigga joy
But when you ain't got it mayne it be so hard
How many niggas live the shit they spit?
(live the shit they spit)
How many niggas 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 niggas live the shit they spit?
(live the shit they spit)
Tell me nigga if you feel
What I'm spittin to you
Is any of this shit sinkin
In and gettin to you?
I've been on the road, hustlin for ten deep
In yo' city on the backstreet gettin weed
(uh) fuckin wit niggas that don't even
Know how to rap
Niggas that go to every fight
And shit like that
And don't trip nigga, we ain't got no beef
(uh uh)
And no beliefs in nothin that we can't see
Except God
I pray to him and he be right there wit me
He make it all good
Even when it ain't pretty
Every nigga got they nose in my bankroll
Rollin over with these hoes
In my night clothes (uh)
Late night shows, gotta get it how we come
On 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
Rap, dope game, Lil' Ki' told me that
It's for real if you look
At how a nigga react look - 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 niggas rearranged but the
Game stay the same
I put it in my head and I locked it
Loaded up my mouthpiece
Cocked it and I popped it
Brrrr bulletproof nigga cain't
Nuttin stop this everybody gettin hit
When I start to drop this watch 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 niggas lie still and get killed
(uh huh)
Blood spilled over muh'fuckin record deals
Ain't shit changed nigga and it never will
Yeah mayne, knahmsayin