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- Premro Smith
 
- See also:
8 Ball - Stripes lyrics
Yeah
 Respect this
 [CHORUS]
 Look, I got my stripes up in this rap shit
 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', nigga, 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 niggas deep within these beats
 Life is for learnin, learn and live, nigga
 What the world hold for me and all my real niggas?
 The studio is where we meet up like a holy church
 Worshippin the spirits of them niggas who done been here first
 And give it all to them young niggas who come after us
 And don't give nothin to them boys that's out here fakin tough
 Project livin ain't no fly shit, I don't wanna go back
 And I pray for all my niggas 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 nigga in the hood used to kick shit and do his thang8 Ball - Stripes - http://motolyrics.com/8-ball/stripes-lyrics.html
 Now that nigga in a wheelchair, damn, ain't that fucked 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 shit everyday though
 What he did to make his life go the way that it go
 Every nigga can't be blingin, Navigatin' on doubs
 How many niggas really got a lot of stacks put up?
 How many niggas 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 nigga
 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 shit
 Yeah












