[ 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 Rmy 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 pimpalis