8ball & Mjg - Anotha Day In Tha Hood lyrics

[ VERSE 1: Eightball ] Eightball the Fat Mac must express While a n***a's gettin zooted from the potent-a** 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 sh** ain't for me Back then only 16, ignorant and curious Mom's gettin periods cause I wasn't serious I said f** school teachers and the church preachers I wanted to hang with my n***as 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 sh** Cause it's so hard in this muthaf**in 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 Rйmy 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** it, sh** that I just needed, I just stuck it Up, hell, n***a might as well Proceed to hustle like a p-i-m-p MJ f**in G The n***a with the muthaf**in clout, no doubt The pimps is in the muthaf**in 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 sh** a n***a learned back in Break-A-b**h College Started, to hustle at the age of 11 Started makin money when a n***a turned 12 Started to induldge at the age of 13 At 14 a n***a flatfoot was raisin hell In the muthaf**in hood [ VERSE 3: Eightball ] So many rappers in this industry, I don't doubt That it's a bunch of n***as 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 sh** to Elvis Presley-lovin crackers Plus I'm with a record label gankin me and f**in me n***as always promsisin me sh** 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** that That's when this n***a 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 n***as talkin cause the crew ain't walkin no mo' Them jealous busters tryin to start sh** 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 n***as 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 n***a who Struggled through all type of sh** 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 sh** in the down low Look out, punk, mutha-f**a, s**a, n***as My finger's gettin tired of the trigger, dig a Grave, sh**, cause I don't want his boys to have to deal With the smell of the trick I just k**ed ???? if you can't hang with the stress, best Wipe the big 'S' off your muthaf**in chest Press issues, makin sure they fully understood 'bout a young n***a life in the muthaf**in hood