[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 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 niggaz 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 niggaz 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



[Hook x2]

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 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 niggaz that don't even know how to rap

Niggaz 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



[Hook x2]



[Verse 3]

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 niggaz 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 niggaz lie still and get killed (uh-huh)

Blood spilled over muh'fuckin record deals

Ain't shit changed nigga and it never will



[Hook x4]



Yeah mayne, knahmsayin...



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