8 Ball
Eightball & MJG/MJG Lyrics
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The streets of my city be gritty
Young niggaz pack plenty, and ain't never show no pity
Many die on streets of concrete, blasted from the heat
From under the seat, niggaz just tryin' to make ends meat
Trying to eat, day to day livin' with no religion
Luxury cars, and this money got my full attention
School teachers and the preachers don't know what to teach us
Created so the non pigmentated rated
Pornographic caught they children learn the words and say it
Save the monsters, but don't nobody know the lord
Status depends on the baddest shit you can afford
And look at me I'm in the middle of the confusion
Crime in my blood and I need a transfusion
Take it how you want to take it
I gotta twist and break it
Make it shine to distinguish from the ones who fake it
and if it comes out raw, and uncontrollable
Money's foldable, fuck a hip-hop quotable
Nobody felt what I was feeling when I wrote this shit
Broke this shit, but that ain't new so I can cope with this
Hope it get better for those who don't get a chance
To advance, and dig the shit I be saying
You know what might make what I say a little clearer
If mothafuckers judge the one they see in the mirror
The Intro to Eightball's song reflects the gritty reality of his city, which is filled with young people who are overloaded with weapons and lack any empathy. Many lose their lives on the asphalt jungle's streets, either through heat or bullets, as they strive to generate an income. Eightball is drawn to the luxury and adrenaline that money gives him, and he spends much of his time attempting to obtain more of it.
Line by Line Meaning
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Starting the song with an interjection
The streets of my city be gritty
The streets in my city are harsh and rough
Young niggaz pack plenty, and ain't never show no pity
The young men in the city carry a lot of guns and show no remorse for their actions
Many die on streets of concrete, blasted from the heat
Many people die on the city's pavements, killed by guns or other weapons
From under the seat, niggaz just tryin' to make ends meat
They are trying to make money by selling drugs or doing other illegal activities
Trying to eat, day to day livin' with no religion
They are trying to survive, living day by day, with no spiritual/religious guidance
Luxury cars, and this money got my full attention
The desire for wealth and material possessions is all-consuming
School teachers and the preachers don't know what to teach us
Educators and religious leaders are ineffective in teaching young people in the city
They don't get a second look without them ghetto features
People in the city are often judged based on their appearance and social status
Created so the non pigmentated rated
The media is designed to appeal to white people
Pornographic caught they children learn the words and say it
Children are exposed to explicit content and language from media and entertainment
Save the monsters, but don't nobody know the lord
People are more concerned with entertainment and celebrity culture than spirituality
Status depends on the baddest shit you can afford
Socioeconomic status and material possessions determine one's social status in the city
And look at me I'm in the middle of the confusion
The artist is experiencing the chaos and confusion of the city
Crime in my blood and I need a transfusion
The artist is a product of the city's violence and crime and wants to escape it
Take it how you want to take it
The artist's message can be interpreted in different ways
I gotta twist and break it
The artist has to reshape and modify his message to be more effective
Make it shine to distinguish from the ones who fake it
The artist wants to make his message stand out from others that are insincere
and if it comes out raw, and uncontrollable
The artist's message may come out unpolished and erratic
Money's foldable, fuck a hip-hop quotable
The pursuit of money is more important than being recognized by the hip-hop community
Nobody felt what I was feeling when I wrote this shit
The artist's experiences and emotions are unique to him and may not be fully understood by others
Broke this shit, but that ain't new so I can cope with this
The artist is accustomed to being broke and can handle it
Hope it get better for those who don't get a chance
The artist wants things to improve for people who are less fortunate than him
To advance, and dig the shit I be saying
The artist wants people to listen and understand his message
You know what might make what I say a little clearer
The artist suggests a way to make his message more understandable
If mothafuckers judge the one they see in the mirror
If people are introspective and self-aware, they may better understand the artist's message
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@tyharris3896
Classic music from Memphis, Tennessee to Port Arthur, Texas. Forever love my southern artist
@rhondaprelow8314
I can listen to them all day if I can,luv dis
@fredwatts5162
🎶🎶🎶🎶🎶🎶🎶🎶🎶 good music 👋👋👋
@josephtaylor1887
No words they both have so many great songs r.i.p. PIMP C
@almarkiajackson2080
From The East Coast And Been Fucking MJG And UGK Since The 90's. This Mix Is Tight.
@jamestylerclements9702
Man this is is my senior year of High School music! There are just no words....
#Spiritual #Good vibes
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