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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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