All 4 Nuthin lyrics

Chorus
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