Eightball Stripes Lyrics

Stripes Lyrics

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Respect this







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Look, I got my stripes up in this rap shit



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', nigga, ain't nobody 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 niggas deep within these beats



Life is for learnin, learn and live, nigga



What the world hold for me and all my real niggas?



The studio is where we meet up like a holy church



Worshippin the spirits of them niggas who done been here first



And give it all to them young niggas who come after us



And don't give nothin to them boys that's out here fakin tough



Project livin ain't no fly shit, I don't wanna go back



And I pray for all my niggas who can't do better than that







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[ 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 nigga in the hood used to kick shit and do his thang



Now that nigga in a wheelchair, damn, ain't that fucked 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 shit everyday though



What he did to make his life go the way that it go



Every nigga can't be blingin, Navigatin' on doubs



How many niggas really got a lot of stacks put up?



How many niggas 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 nigga



Then when you get it give it back cause you can't take it witcha







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Ah-ha



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Eightball the Fat Mack



Fatboy



Eightball & MJG



Space 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 shit



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