8ball - Stripes lyrics

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8ball - Stripes lyrics

Yeah Respect this [ Chorus ] Look, I got my stripes up in this rap sh** My life is like a rollercoaster, up and down quick Cloudy grey days hide away the sun rays My only escape is to kneel and pray or smoke hay Everyday [ VERSE 1: Eightball ] Thug livin', n***a, ain't nobody promised tomorrow Ain't no second chance to live, it ain't no time to borrow Money in these streets, trouble in these streets I'm tryin to school these n***as deep within these beats Life is for learnin, learn and live, n***a What the world hold for me and all my real n***as? The studio is where we meet up like a holy church Worshippin the spirits of them n***as who done been here first And give it all to them young n***as who come after us And don't give nothin to them boys that's out here fakin tough Project livin ain't no fly sh**, I don't wanna go back And I pray for all my n***as who can't do better than that [ Chorus ] [ VERSE 2: Eightball ] I live it how it come to me, good or bad I got to deal with it, this ain't no movie, see When the gunshot spray ain't no tellin if a stray Gonna put one of my little bitty sons in his grave My n***a in the hood used to kick sh** and do his thang Now that n***a in a wheelchair, damn, ain't that f**ed up, mane? Maye it was somethin comin back from somethin that he did Maybe that was God's way of tellin him he need to quit I don't know, I know he think about that sh** everyday though What he did to make his life go the way that it go Every n***a can't be blingin, Navigatin' on doubs How many n***as really got a lot of stacks put up? How many n***as got five cars and no house? Hustlin' like a slave tryin to shut your baby mama mouth Long as you hustle ain't nothin impossible, my n***a Then when you get it give it back cause you can't take it witcha [ Chorus ] Yeah Ah-ha Yeah Eightball the Fat Mack Fatboy Eightball & MJG Space Age Pimpin from way back, baby You know what I'm sayin? Yeah CEO on the streets Commander in Chief, baby You know what I'm talkin about From Orange Mound streets all over the world East coast, West coast, overseas This pimpin just ain't a whole lot, baby I got my stripes up in this rap sh** Yeah

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