Live This – Song and Lyrics by 8Ball

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Discover the poetic beauty in ‘Live This’ by 8Ball. This lyric breakdown takes you on a journey through the artist’s thoughts, emotions, and the story they aim to tell. From clever metaphors to evocative imagery, we delve into the nuances that make this song a lyrical masterpiece. Whether you’re a fan of 8Ball or a lover of well-crafted words, our detailed analysis will give you a deeper understanding and appreciation of this song.

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

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 niggaz 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 niggaz 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

How many niggaz live the shit they spit?
(Live the shit they spit)
How many niggaz 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 niggaz live the shit they spit?
(Live the shit they spit)

How many niggaz live the shit they spit?
(Live the shit they spit)
How many niggaz 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 niggaz live the shit they spit?
(Live the shit they spit)

Tell me nigga 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 niggaz that don’t even know how to rap
Niggaz that go to every fight and shit like that
And don’t trip nigga, 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 nigga 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 nigga so I gotta get it (gotta get it)
If you ain’t got it yet, nigga you betta go and get it

How many niggaz live the shit they spit?
(Live the shit they spit)
How many niggaz 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 niggaz live the shit they spit?
(Live the shit they spit)

How many niggaz live the shit they spit?
(Live the shit they spit)
How many niggaz 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 niggaz live the shit they spit?
(Live the shit they spit)

Rap, dope game, Lil’ Ki’ told me that
It’s for real if you look at how a nigga 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 niggaz 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 nigga cain’t nuttin stop this
Everybody gettin hit, when I start to drop this
Watch this (uh) big, fat, overweight, Space Age,
black-ass nigga, lookin fly on the front page (uh)
Gotta love it when you see it ’cause it’s all real (yea)
I done seen niggaz lie still and get killed (uh-huh)
Blood spilled over muh’fuckin record deals
Ain’t shit changed nigga and it never will

How many niggaz live the shit they spit?
(Live the shit they spit)
How many niggaz 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 niggaz live the shit they spit?
(Live the shit they spit)

How many niggaz live the shit they spit?
(Live the shit they spit)
How many niggaz 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 niggaz live the shit they spit?
(Live the shit they spit)

How many niggaz live the shit they spit?
(Live the shit they spit)
How many niggaz 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 niggaz live the shit they spit?
(Live the shit they spit)

How many niggaz live the shit they spit?
(Live the shit they spit)
How many niggaz 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 niggaz live the shit they spit?
(Live the shit they spit)

Yeah mayne, knahmsayin…

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