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
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Copy to Clipboard: 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
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