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    Chorus    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 side, and cast day and niggaz 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 niggaz up who turned me on back in the game  Finally came across some hedges and a quarter thing  So much has changed, these young niggaz be snortin' cocaine  Shootin' up heroin, and shootin' niggaz 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, niggaz 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    Chorus