Anotha Day In Tha Hood

[ 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 f**k 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 muthaf**kin 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 Rémy 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
 F**k 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 f**kin G
 The nigga with the muthaf**kin clout, no doubt
 The pimps is in the muthaf**kin 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 pimpalistic knowledge
 The shit a nigga learned back in Break-A-Bitch College
 Started, to hustle at the age of 11
 Started makin money when a nigga turned 12
 Started to induldge at the age of 13
 At 14 a nigga flatfoot was raisin hell
 In the muthaf**kin hood
 [ VERSE 3: Eightball ]
 So many rappers in this industry, I don't doubt
 That it's a bunch of niggas broke with a CD out
 It ain't new to me, cause me and MJG
 Had to struggle just to hustle down in Tennessee
 In Memphis, tryin to be a rapper
 But rappin don't mean shit to Elvis Presley-lovin crackers
 Plus I'm with a record label gankin me and f**kin me
 Niggas always promsisin me shit that I will never see
 Trick-buster always talkin 'bout we family
 But while I was rappin he was snortin up my royalty
 So I got smart, hit the streets and said f**k that
 That's when this nigga named T Money heard our first track
 Pack em up, move em out, straight down to Texas
 Me and JG ridin drop-top Lexus
 "Coming Out Hard" on the charts in the 'Billboard'
 Second album droppin and we waitin on our first award
 Niggas talkin cause the crew ain't walkin no mo'
 Them jealous busters tryin to start shit over hoes
 I don't know what is worse, livin bad or livin good
 But the whole world remind me of my neighborhood
 [ VERSE 4: MJG ]
 See, I'm a self-made hustler, trustin the
 Niggas who think that two heads are better than one
 And ready to get the job done, son
 MJG gots game in the street sale
 That makes me get lifts in the studio
 Even though it was kind of hard as far as I can see
 Growin up in the Orange Mound Tennessee community
 Could it be the future had love for a nigga who
 Struggled through all type of shit for a bill or two?
 Still I do shows for my fans cause my fans buy my tapes
 And the tapes make my g's and the g's keeps me straight
 And I hate when the busters smile all in my face like a hoe
 And talk shit in the down low
 Look out, punk, mutha-f**ka, sucka, niggas
 My finger's gettin tired of the trigger, dig a
 Grave, shit, cause I don't want his boys to have to deal
 With the smell of the trick I just killed
 ? if you can't hang with the stress, best
 Wipe the big 'S' off your muthaf**kin chest
 Press issues, makin sure they fully understood
 'bout a young nigga life in the muthaf**kin hood