Live This 8Ball

[Eightball]
Yeah..
Eightball the Fat Mack (yeah)
Space Age representation yaknahmsayin?
Sittin around thinkin..
Yaknah'm talkin bout? (yeah)

[Verse 1]
I was twelve years old when I sold my first stone
Thirteen when I bought my first gold herring bone
MJ knew how to cook it up, and I supplied the kitchen
My momma was at work and never really paid attention
Bitches comin in and out, fuckin, gettin blowed
A couple of my niggas like to dirty up they nose
But I was never into that, I really loved the chief hay
Pipes with them white boys, them blunts when I'm around the way
Never seen nothin other than them streetlights
Late at night, trife niggas be out gettin hype
Ain't no tellin what a young nigga might see
Might be, when he grown up in the inner city
Everybody got they own shit they dealin with (uh)
E'ry muh'fucker livin should be feelin this (uh)
Money ain't the only thing that bring a nigga joy
But when you ain't got it mayne it be so hard

[Hook - 2X]
How many niggas live the shit they spit?
(..live the shit they spit)
How many niggas spit the shit they wish?
(..spit the shit they wish)
They could get, when they blow up and get legit
(..blow up and get legit)
How many niggas live the shit they spit?
(..live the shit they spit)