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