Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Down And Out, artist - 8Ball. Date of issue: 18.05.1998
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Down And Out |
| Life a funny thing, we all wanna shine like diamond rings |
| Live like kings, and achieve childhood dreams |
| Lord be my witness when I say we all need you |
| Cause where I’m livin' ain’t nothing but hustlin' gon' feed you |
| Many say the negativity shouldn’t be glorified |
| Eyes wide when they realize a nigga live and die |
| The shit I speak, but don’t nobody give a damn |
| Nigga hung up, on what I got and who I am |
| Save me, from this evilness that made me |
| Ain’t nothin' shakin' if you ain’t talkin' 'bout payin' me |
| The route to all evil don’t seem bad |
| When dreams of havin' it is all I ever had |
| Nobody wants you when your down and out |
| Can’t find, no one |
| He blessed me, oh yeah, you could say that |
| A Southern cat, puttin' Tennesee on the map |
| With rap, hip-hop until they pop me and my heart stop |
| Thinkin' 'bout the things I did to get me where I got |
| Are where I came from, ain’t nothing easy about it |
| I got 'bout it, and got the fuck up out it |
| Crab ass niggas wanna see me broke |
| Because I’m flippin' like a kingpin sellin' legal dope |
| Quote what I wrote, gettin' smoked with your guys |
| Hopin' I demise, I can see it in your eyes |
| The same nigga tryin' to smoke a sack with me |
| Be the same bitch talkin' 'bout jackin' me |
| That’s when Ricardo called the killers and they always ready |
| Nightmares for your fam 'bout them bullets in your belly |
| Image is everything, and skill is twice that |
| And don’t nobody want you when your ass is broke flat |
| Nobody wants you when your down and out |
| Can’t find, no one |
| No one to turn to when your luck is up (where you gonna turn to?) |
| Can’t find, no one (there's no one to turn to) |
| These streets, can be so mean to men |
| Crack and guns take dreams from men |
| In the blink of an eye, go from dusted to the rich |
| And watch how many people start ridin' your dick |
| Oh, you the man when your flippin' through the town on chrome |
| But who gon' really be your nigga when that bullshits gone? |
| Uh |
| You think it’s funny, but ain’t nobody laughin' but you |
| When I done seen what a broke ass nigga will do |
| Jack, sell crack to get they life on track |
| Some say I glorify, but all I do is tell the facts |
| I done seen garbage sacks full of hundred stacks |
| Rich cats lose it all fuckin' with P packs |
| People say make the money change things around you |
| And not you, but that’s some hard shit to do |
| Remember this when your hustlin' and have doubts |
| Nobody want you, when a nigga ass out, uh |
| Nobody wants you when your down and out |
| Can’t find, no one |
| No one to turn to when your luck is up (where you gonna turn to?) |
| Can’t find, no one (there's no one to turn to) |
| Nobody wants you when your down and out |
| Can’t find, no one |
| No one to turn to when your luck is up (where you gonna turn to?) |
| Can’t find, no one (there's no one to turn to) |