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eightball - stripes lyrics

yeah
respect this

[ chorus ]
look, i got my stripes up in this rap sh-t
my life is like a rollercoaster, up and down quick
cloudy grey days hide away the sun rays
my only escape is to kneel and pray or smoke hay
everyday

[ verse 1: eightball ]
thug livin’, n-gg-, ain’t n-body promised tomorrow
ain’t no second chance to live, it ain’t no time to borrow
money in these streets, trouble in these streets
i’m tryin to school these n-gg-s deep within these beats
life is for learnin, learn and live, n-gg-
what the world hold for me and all my real n-gg-s?
the studio is where we meet up like a holy church
worshippin the spirits of them n-gg-s who done been here first
and give it all to them young n-gg-s who come after us
and don’t give nothin to them boys that’s out here fakin tough
project livin ain’t no fly sh-t, i don’t wanna go back
and i pray for all my n-gg-s who can’t do better than that

[ chorus ]

[ verse 2: eightball ]
i live it how it come to me, good or bad
i got to deal with it, this ain’t no movie, see
when the gunshot spray ain’t no tellin if a stray
gonna put one of my little bitty sons in his grave
my n-gg- in the hood used to kick sh-t and do his thang
now that n-gg- in a wheelchair, d-mn, ain’t that f-cked up, mane?
maye it was somethin comin back from somethin that he did
maybe that was god’s way of tellin him he need to quit
i don’t know, i know he think about that sh-t everyday though
what he did to make his life go the way that it go
every n-gg- can’t be blingin, navigatin’ on doubs
how many n-gg-s really got a lot of stacks put up?
how many n-gg-s got five cars and no house?
hustlin’ like a slave tryin to shut your baby mama mouth
long as you hustle ain’t nothin impossible, my n-gg-
then when you get it give it back cause you can’t take it witcha

[ chorus ]

yeah
ah-ha
yeah
eightball the fat mack
fatboy
eightball & mjg
sp-ce age pimpin from way back, baby
you know what i’m sayin?
yeah
ceo on the streets
commander in chief, baby
you know what i’m talkin about
from orange mound streets all over the world
east coast, west coast, overseas
this pimpin just ain’t a whole lot, baby
i got my stripes up in this rap sh-t
yeah

- eightball lyrics

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