Lirik Lagu Anotha Day in Tha Hood - Eightball & MJG
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[ VERSE 1: Eightball ]Eightball the Fat Mac must expressWhile a nigga's gettin zooted from the potent-ass sessLookin back, damn, I was wild as a juvenileMama showed love and she struggled for her only childBut like my dad I was stuck in the streetsI never wanted to work hard, cause that shit ain't for meBack then only 16, ignorant and curiousMom's gettin periods cause I wasn't seriousI said fuck school teachers and the church preachersI wanted to hang with my niggas with the street sweepersBack in the days sellin herbs on the [Name]Me and Squeaky doin city-wide talent showsGettin dissed, gettin pissed cause of this shitCause it's so hard in this muthafuckin businessI said many times, "Mama, I'ma make you proud"But I could never leave the thug life of Orange MoundI'm on the corner drinkin Thunderbird, slingin rocksThey in my hands cause the cops know 'bout the matchboxBut I can't sell dope, rappin is the way, geeAnd this is just another day around the homies
[ VERSE 2: MJG ]..mid day, I was deep into a sleepUnconscious from that hay that they distribute on em streetsMy world was constantly spinnin from the Rémy that was in meAnd we ain't half-stepped on them blunts, we chiefed up plentyA penny to be earned in a day is what I'm looking forHopin for, some kind of way to make a little more ducatsFuck it, shit that I just needed, I just stuck itUp, hell, nigga might as wellProceed to hustle like a p-i-m-pMJ fuckin GThe nigga with the muthafuckin clout, no doubtThe pimps is in the muthafuckin houseBe up out [Name], black folk is takin overYou know how I know? Gimme the mic and I show yaI teach ya, I reach ya with this pimpalistic knowledgeThe shit a nigga learned back in Break-A-Bitch CollegeStarted, to hustle at the age of 11Started makin money when a nigga turned 12Started to induldge at the age of 13At 14 a nigga flatfoot was raisin hellIn the muthafuckin hood
[ VERSE 3: Eightball ]So many rappers in this industry, I don't doubtThat it's a bunch of niggas broke with a CD outIt ain't new to me, cause me and MJGHad to struggle just to hustle down in TennesseeIn Memphis, tryin to be a rapperBut rappin don't mean shit to Elvis Presley-lovin crackersPlus I'm with a record label gankin me and fuckin meNiggas always promsisin me shit that I will never seeTrick-buster always talkin 'bout we familyBut while I was rappin he was snortin up my royaltySo I got smart, hit the streets and said fuck thatThat's when this nigga named T Money heard our first trackPack em up, move em out, straight down to TexasMe and JG ridin drop-top Lexus"Coming Out Hard" on the charts in the 'Billboard'Second album droppin and we waitin on our first awardNiggas talkin cause the crew ain't walkin no mo'Them jealous busters tryin to start shit over hoesI don't know what is worse, livin bad or livin goodBut the whole world remind me of my neighborhood
[ VERSE 4: MJG ]See, I'm a self-made hustler, trustin theNiggas who think that two heads are better than oneAnd ready to get the job done, sonMJG gots game in the street saleThat makes me get lifts in the studioEven though it was kind of hard as far as I can seeGrowin up in the Orange Mound Tennessee communityCould it be the future had love for a nigga whoStruggled through all type of shit for a bill or two?Still I do shows for my fans cause my fans buy my tapesAnd the tapes make my g's and the g's keeps me straightAnd I hate when the busters smile all in my face like a hoeAnd talk shit in the down lowLook out, punk, mutha-fucka, sucka, niggasMy finger's gettin tired of the trigger, dig aGrave, shit, cause I don't want his boys to have to dealWith the smell of the trick I just killed???? if you can't hang with the stress, bestWipe the big 'S' off your muthafuckin chestPress issues, makin sure they fully understood'bout a young nigga life in the muthafuckin hood
[ VERSE 2: MJG ]..mid day, I was deep into a sleepUnconscious from that hay that they distribute on em streetsMy world was constantly spinnin from the Rémy that was in meAnd we ain't half-stepped on them blunts, we chiefed up plentyA penny to be earned in a day is what I'm looking forHopin for, some kind of way to make a little more ducatsFuck it, shit that I just needed, I just stuck itUp, hell, nigga might as wellProceed to hustle like a p-i-m-pMJ fuckin GThe nigga with the muthafuckin clout, no doubtThe pimps is in the muthafuckin houseBe up out [Name], black folk is takin overYou know how I know? Gimme the mic and I show yaI teach ya, I reach ya with this pimpalistic knowledgeThe shit a nigga learned back in Break-A-Bitch CollegeStarted, to hustle at the age of 11Started makin money when a nigga turned 12Started to induldge at the age of 13At 14 a nigga flatfoot was raisin hellIn the muthafuckin hood
[ VERSE 3: Eightball ]So many rappers in this industry, I don't doubtThat it's a bunch of niggas broke with a CD outIt ain't new to me, cause me and MJGHad to struggle just to hustle down in TennesseeIn Memphis, tryin to be a rapperBut rappin don't mean shit to Elvis Presley-lovin crackersPlus I'm with a record label gankin me and fuckin meNiggas always promsisin me shit that I will never seeTrick-buster always talkin 'bout we familyBut while I was rappin he was snortin up my royaltySo I got smart, hit the streets and said fuck thatThat's when this nigga named T Money heard our first trackPack em up, move em out, straight down to TexasMe and JG ridin drop-top Lexus"Coming Out Hard" on the charts in the 'Billboard'Second album droppin and we waitin on our first awardNiggas talkin cause the crew ain't walkin no mo'Them jealous busters tryin to start shit over hoesI don't know what is worse, livin bad or livin goodBut the whole world remind me of my neighborhood
[ VERSE 4: MJG ]See, I'm a self-made hustler, trustin theNiggas who think that two heads are better than oneAnd ready to get the job done, sonMJG gots game in the street saleThat makes me get lifts in the studioEven though it was kind of hard as far as I can seeGrowin up in the Orange Mound Tennessee communityCould it be the future had love for a nigga whoStruggled through all type of shit for a bill or two?Still I do shows for my fans cause my fans buy my tapesAnd the tapes make my g's and the g's keeps me straightAnd I hate when the busters smile all in my face like a hoeAnd talk shit in the down lowLook out, punk, mutha-fucka, sucka, niggasMy finger's gettin tired of the trigger, dig aGrave, shit, cause I don't want his boys to have to dealWith the smell of the trick I just killed???? if you can't hang with the stress, bestWipe the big 'S' off your muthafuckin chestPress issues, makin sure they fully understood'bout a young nigga life in the muthafuckin hood
