Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song All 4 Nuthin', artist - 8Ball. Date of issue: 18.05.1998
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
All 4 Nuthin' |
| 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 Premro |
| 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 |
| 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 |
| Niggas chillin' after a hard week of payin' dues |
| North Memphis niggas |
| Dick from Hollywood to Douglas |
| On the dance floor, provin' that they hood the roughest |
| South side, and cast day and niggas 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 niggas up who turned me on back in the game |
| Finally came across some hedges and a quarter thing |
| So much has changed, these young niggas be snortin' cocaine |
| Shootin' up heroin, and shootin' niggas 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, niggas 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 |