Eightball (8Ball)

Eightball (8Ball) - All 4 Nuthin' lyrics

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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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