| It's danger in the streets these days | |
| Man how the fuck am | |
| I gon' keep me paid? | |
| Believe me mayne; if | |
| I got to die | |
| I got to go | |
| This was all never sure cause danger life | |
| I knowIt was all about the diamond chains, or the ride and bank | |
| Smoke and listen to the | |
| Isleys sang | |
| Would I ride the same? | |
| Dawg, probably not | |
| Laid back reminiscin on the times | |
| I shotDare all motherfuckers trippin in them parkin lots | |
| If it was war niggaz wanted it was war they got | |
| I'm a nigga, a real nigga, a quick thankerthat would hesitate to aim and see the chamber | |
| Discharge the cartridges that the hollow-point came from | |
| You can hide but you cain't run | |
| Yeah, and he just started what can not be stopped | |
| And fucked up cause you were thinkin you could not be got[Chorus: repeat 2X] | |
| This is not a game | |
| Niggaz want a lifestyle with finer thangs | |
| Hustlin to come up on these diamond chains, diamond rangs | |
| Runnin on the daily out here tryin to slang[Scarface] | |
| Now analyzin all the wrong | |
| I've doneI'm surprised | |
| I ain't dead | |
| I guess the good die young | |
| I put a hole in a nigga head, fuck why runfrom a lazy motherfucker cause he flashed his gun | |
| We ain't cut from the same shit, nigga | |
| I'm a shooter | |
| If I show | |
| I got a pistol best believe | |
| I'ma shoot astupid motherfucker down, shoot a motherfucker down | |
| Chalk his ass in the dirt with a bullet in his mouth | |
| And I won't lose sleep cause when it come time for me to pay the piper | |
| Fuck it, I've been tryin to meet | |
| Yeah~! So please believe that when it's time to show | |
| I'll be ready with my arms crossed, dyin to go | |
| And I won't shed tears, | |
| I'm respected here | |
| And you won't hear things you'd expect to hear | |
| I rejected fear; and | |
| I don't wanna be another second here | |
| But the question is, is he lettin me live?[Chorus][Scarface] | |
| Right here the pros and cons | |
| Cause life's way deeper than the frozen arm | |
| They might streetsweep you if you're holdin on | |
| My Sunday | |
| School teacher taught us | |
| Job in songs, another soul is gone | |
| She couldn't have told me shit | |
| Cause all | |
| I wanna do right here is fold me grip | |
| And she talks to me in codes and all | |
| I know is bricks | |
| Learn how to rock me up an | |
| O I coulda sold for six, instead she sold me tricks | |
| So now I plead my case | |
| The cops all on me tryin to bleed my safe | |
| My pops all on me tryin to squeeze my face | |
| But I'm not gon' squeal so | |
| I'ma need my space, back up | |
| I need my space | |
| Momma ain't raised no rat | |
| The word got back and niggaz paid for that | |
| Yo' ass got served and never made it back | |
| Your ass had birds a nigga laid you flat, and then he raid your stack | |
| That's how the game is played[Chorus] |
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