All 4 Nuthin' Lyrics - Singles - Eightball & Mjg

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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 Primrol 

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 

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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 

Niggaz chillin' after a hard week of payin' dues 

North Memphis niggaz 

Dick from Hollywood to Douglas 

On the dance floor, provin' that they hood the roughest 

South side, and cast day and niggaz 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 suits 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 niggaz up who turned me on back in the game 

Finally came across some hedges and a quarter thing 

So much has changed, these young niggaz be snortin' cocaine 

Shootin' up heroin, and shootin' niggaz 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, niggaz 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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