Stripes lyrics

Artist  : Eightball 
Song : Stripes



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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







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[ 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
thang



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







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Yeah



Ah-ha



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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



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