Eightball - All 4 Nuthin' Lyrics
ChorusA man would die a thousand timesBefore he reach one with soulThe one he beathes will be his last breathOr does any one ever knownHe died with his riches in the streetsBecause game, is all that he knowsSacrifice his life for the paperAnd that's just how the story goesYou do it all for nothin'6:30 in the mornin' my mama wakin' me upTellin' me to get ready for school, or she gon' kick my buttIron my jeans till they creased, put on nikes and a fleeceShe thinks I'm goin' to school, but I'm headed for them streetsBefore 12 am, I done did more shit than a marineFall up in the school house, high off them greensHoes bobbin', who that young nigga with the FigeroThey call him big Ball, but his real name is Primrol4th period, american history ain't too interestin'My beeper blowin' up, my homies havin' a smoke session30 minutes later, I'm stadnin' on the avenueDuck pulled up in the cut, thangAskin' me what I wanna doJumped in the ride, ***** this shit, I ain't hesistatin'Trees, and chedddar cheese, keepin' me from graduatin'Hoes and clothes,Big bones, and voguesYoung nigga puttin' in work,Superstar of the ghettoChorusSummertime, every weekend the club packedAfter 10, if I don't hit ya back, that's where I'm atMe and my folks get mad love from the freaky hoesSleaky hoes, right up under they nigga noseI'm at the bar gettin' lifted scopin' out the crewNiggaz chillin' after a hard week of payin' duesNorth Memphis niggazDick from Hollywood to DouglasOn the dance floor, provin' that they hood the roughestSouth
