Eightball Mjg Anotha Day In Tha Hood Lyrics

Anotha Day In Tha Hood Lyrics

[ 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 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



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 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 muthafuckin 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 fuckin 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 fuck 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-fucka, 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 muthafuckin chest



Press issues, makin sure they fully understood



'bout a young nigga life in the muthafuckin hood