Tytuł: All 4 nuthin

• Wykonawca: Eightball
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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
  
  Chorus
  
  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
  
  Chorus