[ VERSE 1: ] Eightball the Fat Mac express While a nigga's gettin zooted from the potent-ass back, damn, I was wild as a juvenile Mama showed and she struggled for her only child But my dad I was stuck in the streets I never wanted to hard, cause that shit ain't for me Back then only 16, and curious Mom's periods cause I wasn't serious I said fuck school teachers and the preachers I wanted to hang with my niggas with the sweepers Back in the days herbs on the [Name] Me and Squeaky doin city-wide shows Gettin dissed, gettin cause of this shit Cause it's so hard in this muthafuckin I many times, "Mama, I'ma make you proud" But I could leave the thug life of Orange Mound I'm on the corner drinkin Thunderbird, rocks They in my hands cause the cops know the matchbox But I can't sell dope, is the way, gee And this is just day around the homies
[ 2: MJG ] ..mid day, I was deep a sleep Unconscious from hay that they distribute on em streets My world was constantly from the Rmy that was in me And we ain't half-stepped on them blunts, we up plenty A penny to be earned in a day is what I'm for Hopin for, some kind of way to a little more ducats it, shit that I just needed, I just stuck it Up, hell, might as well Proceed to hustle a p-i-m-p MJ G The nigga with the muthafuckin clout, no The is in the muthafuckin house Be up out [Name], black folk is over You know how I know? Gimme the mic and I ya I teach ya, I reach ya with pimpalistic knowledge The shit a nigga learned back in Break-A-Bitch Started, to at the age of 11 Started makin money a nigga turned 12 to induldge at the age of 13 At 14 a nigga was raisin hell In the hood
[ 3: Eightball ] So many rappers in industry, I don't doubt it's a bunch of niggas broke with a CD out It new to me, cause me and MJG Had to struggle to hustle down in Tennessee In Memphis, tryin to be a But don't mean shit to Elvis Presley-lovin crackers Plus I'm a record label gankin me and fuckin me always promsisin me shit that I will never see Trick-buster always 'bout we family But while I was he was snortin up my royalty So I got smart, hit the streets and said fuck when this nigga named T Money heard our first track Pack em up, em out, straight down to Texas Me and JG ridin Lexus "Coming Out Hard" on the in the 'Billboard' Second album and we waitin on our first award Niggas talkin cause the crew walkin no mo' Them jealous busters to start shit over hoes I don't know what is worse, livin bad or good But the world remind me of my neighborhood
[ 4: MJG ] See, I'm a self-made hustler, the who think that two heads are better than one And to get the job done, son MJG game in the street sale That makes me get lifts in the Even though it was of hard as far as I can see Growin up in the Orange Tennessee community Could it be the future had love for a who through all type of shit for a bill or two? Still I do shows for my fans cause my fans buy my And the tapes make my g's and the g's keeps me And I when the busters smile all in my face like a hoe And talk in the down low Look out, punk, mutha-fucka, sucka, My finger's gettin of the trigger, dig a Grave, shit, I don't want his boys to have to deal With the of the trick I just killed if you can't hang with the stress, best Wipe the big 'S' off muthafuckin chest issues, makin sure they fully understood 'bout a nigga life in the muthafuckin hood