| A man would die a thousand times
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| Before he reach one with soul
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| The one he beathes will be his last breath
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| Or does any one ever known
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| He died with his riches in the streets
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| Because game, is all that he knows
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| Sacrifice his life for the paper
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| And that’s just how the story goes
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| You do it all for nothin'
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| 6:30 in the mornin' my mama wakin' me up
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| Tellin' me to get ready for school, or she gon' kick my butt
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| Iron my jeans till they creased, put on nikes and a fleece
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| She thinks I’m goin' to school, but I’m headed for them streets
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| Before 12 am, I done did more shit than a marine
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| Fall up in the school house, high off them greens
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| Hoes bobbin', who that young nigga with the Figero
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| They call him big Ball, but his real name is Premro
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| 4th period, american history ain’t too interestin'
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| My beeper blowin' up, my homies havin' a smoke session
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| 30 minutes later, I’m stadnin' on the avenue
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| Duck pulled up in the cut, thang
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| Askin' me what I wanna do
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| Jumped in the ride, fuck this shit, I ain’t hesistatin'
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| Trees, and chedddar cheese, keepin' me from graduatin'
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| Hoes and clothes
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| Big bones, and vogues
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| Young nigga puttin' in work
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| Superstar of the ghetto
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| Summertime, every weekend the club packed
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| After 10, if I don’t hit ya back, that’s where I’m at
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| Me and my folks get mad love from the freaky hoes
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| Sleaky hoes, right up under they nigga nose
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| I’m at the bar gettin' lifted scopin' out the crew
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| Niggas chillin' after a hard week of payin' dues
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| North Memphis niggas
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| Dick from Hollywood to Douglas
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| On the dance floor, provin' that they hood the roughest
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| South side, and cast day and niggas will rob you quick
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| Reposess what you posess like it was they shit
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| But I was a player, to all the players in other hoods
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| From dicks and hoes
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| From Fraiser back to Westwood
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| Now I’m 19, my job is to supply the fiends
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| Cook the rock, morphine, or a bag of green
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| Posted at my mom’s house when in the came the door
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| Black suits and search warrants and I’m the nigga they lookin' for
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| Everybody wants to live the life
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| The good life that was seen
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| Nobody wants to pay the price
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| But we want to live a life thats free
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| Why would they make such a thin line
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| Even below we’re livin' it
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| For the life, I would do anything
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| Then do it all, then do it all
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| All for nothin'
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| All for nothin'
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| All for nothin'
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| Sometimes, we do it all for nothin'
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| All for nothin'
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| All for nothin'
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| Sometimes, we do it all for nothin'
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| All for nothin'
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| All for nothin'
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| Sometimes, we do it all for nothin'
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| All for nothin'
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| All for nothin'
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| Sometimes, we do it all for nothin'
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| I’m 25 now, been gone away for 5 strong
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| And so much shit has changed around my mama’s home
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| My P-O, said a nigga can’t achieve pay no more
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| The justice system tryin' to play me with revolvin' door
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| Violate parole and I’ll be facin' time again
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| In the penn, tell me how a nigga supposed to win?
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| I hit my niggas up who turned me on back in the game
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| Finally came across some hedges and a quarter thing
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| So much has changed, these young niggas be snortin' cocaine
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| Shootin' up heroin, and shootin' niggas for ghetto fame
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| I gotta lace my boots and wade through the muddy waters
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| Prey on flesh, so I can feed my sons and daughters
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| Ain’t no love, niggas hate to see another bubble
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| At the club sittin' on chrome
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| Brother playin' trouble
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| Cheefin' hay, before I knew it steel was in my face
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| I went for mine now I’m restin' in a better place |