Live This
Eightball Lyrics


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I was twelve years old when I sold my first stone
Thirteen when I bought my first gold herrin' 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
Every muh'fucker livin' should be feelin' this
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

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
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

Late night shows gotta get it how we come
On the bus, on the plane, know we push some
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, CD's make G's
Dope getcha locked up, CD's getcha free

You might think that if ya don't know the game
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

Brr, bulletproof nigga cain't nuttin' stop this
Everybody gettin' hit, when I start to drop this
Watch this big, fat, overweight, Space Age,
Black-ass nigga, lookin' fly on the front page

Gotta love it when you see it 'cuz it's all real
I done seen niggaz lie still and get killed
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)

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to Eightball's "Live This" describe the rapper's experiences growing up in the inner city, dealing drugs and hustling to make a living. He sold his first stone at twelve years old and bought his first piece of gold at thirteen. MJ knew how to cook drugs and Eightball supplied the kitchen. His mom was at work and never paid attention to the bitches who would come in and out of the house, getting high and having sex. Despite his surroundings, Eightball maintained his love for smoking weed and hanging around with his friends, avoiding getting too involved in the drug scene. The song is also a reflection on the authenticity of the rap game and how many rappers don't live the lives they portray in their music.


The use of vivid imagery and slang in the lyrics makes the song feel very raw and authentic, conveying a sense of honesty and grit. The lyrics also speak to the challenges of growing up in the inner city and the harsh reality of making a living in a world where money is scarce and drugs are rampant. The chorus, repeating the question "How many niggas live the shit they spit?" emphasizes the importance of authenticity in rap music and calls out those who don't live up to their words.


Line by Line Meaning

I was twelve years old when I sold my first stone
I started dealing drugs at a very young age


Thirteen when I bought my first gold herrin' bone
I bought my first piece of jewelry when I was only thirteen years old


MJ knew how to cook it up and I supplied the kitchen
I supplied drugs to MJ so he could sell them for me


My momma was at work and never really paid attention
My mother was never around, and I had little supervision growing up


Bitches comin in and out, fuckin', gettin' blowed
Women were coming in and out of my house, having sex and doing drugs


A couple of my niggaz like to dirty up they nose
Some of my friends enjoyed snorting drugs


But I was never into that, I really loved the chief hay
I didn't like snorting drugs, I preferred smoking marijuana


Pipes with them white boys, them blunts when I'm around the way
I smoked crack cocaine with white people and smoked marijuana with my friends in the neighborhood


Never seen nothin' other than them streetlights
Growing up, all I knew was the streets and the city lights at night


Late at night, trife niggaz be out gettin' hype
At night, dangerous people were out causing trouble and getting into fights


Ain't no tellin' what a young nigga might see
A young person in the city can see and experience many things, both good and bad


Might be, when he grown up in the inner city
The experiences a person has growing up in the inner city can shape who they become as an adult


Everybody got they own shit they dealin' with
Everyone has their own problems and struggles to deal with


Every muh'fucker livin' should be feelin' this
Everyone can relate to the struggles of life


Money ain't the only thing that bring a nigga joy
Having money is not the only way to be happy


But when you ain't got it mayne it be so hard
Not having money can make life very difficult


How many niggaz live the shit they spit?
How many people actually live the lifestyle they rap about?


(Live the shit they spit)


How many niggaz spit the shit they wish?
How many people rap about a lifestyle they wish they had?


(Spit the shit they wish)


They could get, when they blow up and get legit
They wish they had what they could get if they became successful rappers


(Blow up and get legit)


Tell me nigga if you feel what I'm spittin' to you
Do you understand what I'm saying?


Is any of this shit sinkin' in and gettin' to you?
Are you really listening and understanding?


I've been on the road, hustlin' for ten deep
I've been traveling and working hard with my team


In yo' city on the backstreet gettin' weed
We're buying marijuana on the backstreets of different cities


Fuckin' wit niggaz that don't even know how to rap
We're hanging out with people who aren't even rappers


Niggaz that go to every fight and shit like that
We're hanging out with people who like to get into fights and cause trouble


And no beliefs in nothin' that we can't see
We don't believe in anything that we can't physically see or touch


Except God, I pray to him and he be right there wit me
The only exception is God, and I pray to him and feel he is always with me


He make it all good, even when it ain't pretty
God can make everything better, even when it seems hopeless


Every nigga got they nose in my bankroll
Everyone is interested in my money


Rollin' over with these hoes in my night clothes
I'm sleeping with women and counting my money in my pajamas


Late night shows gotta get it how we come
We have to work hard and make money any way we can, even if it means performing late at night


On the bus, on the plane, know we push some
We travel by bus and plane, and we always have some drugs with us


Now you gotta get nigga so I gotta get it
You have to work hard to make money, so I have to work hard too


(Gotta get it)


If you ain't got it yet, nigga you betta go and get it
If you don't have money yet, you better work hard to get it


(Live the shit they spit)


(Spit the shit they wish)


(Blow up and get legit)


It's for real if you look at how a nigga react
The rap game is serious and you can tell by how people respond to it


Look dope makes cash, CD's make G's
Selling drugs makes money, but selling CDs also makes a lot of money


Dope getcha locked up, CD's getcha free
Dealing drugs can get you arrested and put in jail, but being a successful rapper can bring you freedom


You might think that if ya don't know the game
If you don't know how the rap game works, you might have a false impression of it


Them niggaz rearranged but the game stay the same
The people involved in the game might change, but the rap industry itself always stays the same


I put it in my head and I locked it
I learned the game and made sure to remember it


Loaded up my mouthpiece, cocked it and I popped it
I'm ready to go and make it big as a rapper


Brr, bulletproof nigga cain't nuttin' stop this
I feel invincible and nothing can stop me


Everybody gettin' hit, when I start to drop this
Everyone will feel my impact when I release my music


Watch this big, fat, overweight, Space Age,
I'm a unique and unusual rapper


Black-ass nigga, lookin' fly on the front page
I'm a successful rapper, featured on magazine covers


Gotta love it when you see it 'cuz it's all real
People love my music because it's authentic and truthful


I done seen niggaz lie still and get killed
In the rap industry, people who lie or betray others can end up dying


Blood spilled over muh'fuckin' record deals
People have gone to war over record deals and money in the rap industry


Ain't shit changed nigga and it never will
The rap game will always be brutal, and nothing will ever change that




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