Song Lyrics Eightball MJG - Anotha Day in Tha Hood    [Lyrics & Song Text Archive] lyrics archive>> E>> Eightball MJG Singer Lyrics [Eightball MJG other resources]>> Anotha Day in Tha Hood Song Lyrics Author/Artist/Singer: Eightball MJG Music Title/Track: Anotha Day in Tha Hood Theme ID: 5716 Album: N/A [ 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 R?my 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 Related Lyrics Random lyrics: In the Middle of the Night, In The Wind, Jankie, Just Like Candy, Lay it Down, Listen To Me Now, Mr Big, Niggaz Like Us, No Mercy, No Sellout, Nobody But Me, Not Tonight, On the Outside Lookin In, Paid Dues, Pimp Hard, Pimp In My Own Rhyme, Pimps, Pimps In The House, Playerz Night Out, Reason For Rhyme, Space Age 4 Eva, Space Age Pimpin, Thank God, Throw Your Hands Up, We Started This, Cant Stop, B of UGK Ball And Bun, Stompin and Pimpin, Drama in My Life, A Long Way Home, A Short Walk Down A Long Hallway, An Old Wyoming Song, Bleed By Yourself, Champagne And Sleeping Pills, Champagne Sleeping Pills, Crushed, Dead Rose, Diana Gone Wrong, Fashion Show, Fasion Show, Five O Six A.M. 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