[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 n***as 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 n***as be out gettin hype
Ain't no tellin what a young n***a 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 n***a joy
But when you ain't got it mayne it be so hard

[Hook - 2X]
How many n***as live the shit they spit?
(..live the shit they spit)
How many n***as 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 n***as live the shit they spit?
(..live the shit they spit)
[Verse 2]
Tell me n***a if you feel what I'm spittin to you
Is any of this shit sinkin in and gettin to you?
I've been on the road, hustlin for ten deep
In yo' city on the backstreet gettin weed (uh)
Fuckin wit n***as that don't even know how to rap
N***as that go to every fight and shit like that
And don't trip n***a, we ain't got no beef (uh-uh)
And no beliefs in nothin that we can't see
Except God, I pray to him and he be right there wit me
He make it all good, even when it ain't pretty
Every n***a got they nose in my bankroll
Rollin over with these hoes in my night clothes (uh)
Late night shows, gotta get it how we come
On the bus, on the plane, know we push some (yep)
Now you gotta get n***a so I gotta get it (gotta get it)
If you ain't got it yet, n***a you betta go and get it

[Hook - 2X]

[Verse 3]
Rap, dope game, Lil' Ki' told me that
It's for real if you look at how a n***a react
Look - dope makes cash (uh-huh) CD's make G's (uh-huh)
Dope getcha locked up, CD's getcha free (uh-uh)
You might think that if ya don't know the game (uh)
Them n***as rearranged but the game stay the same
I put it in my head and I locked it
Loaded up my mouthpiece, cocked it and I popped it
Brrrr.. bulletproof n***a cain't nuttin stop this
Everybody gettin hit, when I start to drop this
Watch this (uh) big, fat, overweight, Space Age
Black-ass n***a, lookin fly on the front page (uh)
Gotta love it when you see it cuz it's all real (yea)
I done seen n***as lie still and get killed (uh-huh)
Blood spilled over muh'fuckin record deals
Ain't shit changed n***a and it never will
[Hook - 4X]

Yeah mayne, knahmsayin...

*music fades out*