[ VERSE 1: Eightball ] Eightball the Fat Mac must express While a nigga's gettin zooted from the potent-ass sess Lookin back, damn, I was wild as a juvenile Mama showed love and she struggled for her only child But like my dad I was stuck in the streets I never wanted to work hard, cause that shit ain't for me Back then only 16, ignorant and curious Mom's gettin periods cause I wasn't serious I said fuck school teachers and the church preachers I wanted to hang with my niggas with the street sweepers Back in the days sellin herbs on the [Name] Me and Squeaky doin city-wide talent shows Gettin dissed, gettin pissed cause of this shit Cause it's so hard in this muthafuckin business I said many times, "Mama, I'ma make you proud" But I could never leave the thug life of Orange Mound I'm on the corner drinkin Thunderbird, slingin rocks They in my hands cause the cops know 'bout the matchbox But I can't sell dope, rappin is the way, gee And this is just another day around the homies
[ VERSE 2: MJG ] ..mid day, I was deep into a sleep Unconscious from that hay that they distribute on em streets My world was constantly spinnin from the Rmy that was in me And we ain't half-stepped on them blunts, we chiefed up plenty A penny to be earned in a day is what I'm looking for Hopin for, some kind of way to make a little more ducats Fuck it, shit that I just needed, I just stuck it Up, hell, nigga might as well Proceed to hustle like a p-i-m-p MJ fuckin G The nigga with the muthafuckin clout, no doubt The pimps is in the muthafuckin house Be up out [Name], black folk is takin over You know how I know? Gimme the mic and I show ya I teach ya, I reach ya with this pimpalis
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[ VERSE 2: MJG ] ..mid day, I was deep into a sleep Unconscious from that hay that they distribute on em streets My world was constantly spinnin from the Rmy that was in me And we ain't half-stepped on them blunts, we chiefed up plenty A penny to be earned in a day is what I'm looking for Hopin for, some kind of way to make a little more ducats Fuck it, shit that I just needed, I just stuck it Up, hell, nigga might as well Proceed to hustle like a p-i-m-p MJ fuckin G The nigga with the muthafuckin clout, no doubt The pimps is in the muthafuckin house Be up out [Name], black folk is takin over You know how I know? Gimme the mic and I show ya I teach ya, I reach ya with this pimpalis
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