8Ball - All 4 Nuthin' lyrics

[8Ball - All 4 Nuthin' lyrics]

A man would die a thousand times
Before he reach one with soul
The one he beathes will be his last breath
Or does any one ever known
He died with his riches in the streets
Because game, is all that he knows
Sacrifice his life for the paper
And that's just how the story goes
You do it all for nothin'

6: 30 in the mornin' my mama wakin' me up
Tellin' me to get ready for school
Or she gon' kick my butt
Iron my jeans till they creased
Put on nikes and a fleece
She thinks I'm goin' to school
But I'm headed for them streets
Before 12 am
I done did more shit than a marine
Fall up in the school house
High off them greens hoes bobbin'
Who that young nigga with the Figero
They call him big Ball
But his real name is Premro 4th period
American history ain't too interestin'
My beeper blowin' up
My homies havin' a smoke session
30 minutes later, I'm stadnin' on the avenue
Duck pulled up in the cut, thang
Askin' me what I wanna do
Jumped in the ride, fuck this shit
I ain't hesistatin'
Trees, and chedddar cheese
Keepin' me from graduatin' hoes and clothes
Big bones, and vogues
Young nigga puttin' in work
Superstar of the ghetto

Summertime, every weekend the club packed
After 10, if I don't hit ya back
That's where I'm at me and my folks get mad
Love from the freaky hoes
Sleaky hoes, right up under they nigga nose
I'm at the bar gettin' lifted
Scopin' out the crew
Niggas chillin' after a hard
Week of payin' dues north Memphis niggas
Dick from Hollywood to Douglas
On the dance floor
Provin' that they hood the roughest
South side
And cast day and niggas will rob you quick
Reposess what you posess like
It was they shit but, I was a player
To all the players in other hoods
From dicks and hoes
From Fraiser back to Westwood
Now I'm 19, my job is to supply the fiends
Cook the rock, morphine, or a bag of green
Posted at my mom's house when
In the came the door
Black suit's and search warrants and I'm
The nigga they lookin' for

Everybody wants to live the life
The good life that was seen
Nobody wants to pay the price
But we want to live a life thats free
Why would they make such a thin line
Even below we're livin' it
For the life, I would do anything
Then do it all, then do it all
All for nothin'

All for nothin' all for nothin'
Sometimes, we do it all for nothin'
All for nothin' all for nothin'
Sometimes, we do it all for nothin'
All for nothin' all for nothin'
Sometimes, we do it all for nothin'
All for nothin' all for nothin'
Sometimes, we do it all for nothin'

I'm 25 now, been gone away for 5 strong
And so much shit has changed
Around my mama's home my P-O
Said a nigga can't achieve pay no more
The justice system tryin' to play
Me with revolvin' door
Violate parole and I'll be facin' time again
In the penn
Tell me how a nigga supposed to win?
I hit my niggas up who turned
Me on back in the game
Finally came across some hedges
And a quarter thing so much has changed
These young niggas be snortin' cocaine
Shootin' up heroin
And shootin' niggas for ghetto fame
I gotta lace my boots and
Wade through the muddy waters prey on flesh
So I can feed my sons and daughters
Ain't no love
Niggas hate to see another bubble
At the club sittin' on chrome
Brother playin' trouble cheefin' hay
Before I knew it steel was in my face
I went for mine now I'm
Restin' in a better place

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