Tekst piosenki
Waking up to a little baby crying Mom's yelling cuz pop's got his fists flying It's nine in the morning and he's drunk One day, I feel that I'm gonna shoot that punk My bitch laying next to me in the bed I honestly don't give a fuck if the ho is dead The only honor in my life is my rag Without it, zip me up in a body bag Grab my brother's unloaded forty-four Take the money-back bottles and head for the store My neighborhood your life is a dare Cuz there's factories pumping out black air And I'm breathing this shit everyday Living crazy, cuz I'm dying anyway I see this tramp hangin under the bridge I tell her go home and watch her kids You listen to them cry and sob Take your sorry ass and find a motherfucking job See my homies hanging at the liquor store40s in the catch, dice rollin on the floor They say my friends'll never be any good But the president wouldn't of been shit If he was raised in my neighborhood My friends say the same old shit The southwest side have a hit on me I guess everyone's seen it When I slammed Johnny's head into the cement It started all this crazy shit And now we never set out without a loaded clip And we headed up to the dunk rim Little boys on the court so we punked them out And I was thinking of my brother When he was pushed off the court he wanted to kill them fuckers Now I'm standing in the bad guys shoes Payin' my dues And I don't have no where to be Just another street hood in the inner city And a man is gonna ask for some change Give him a dollar, so he can go and fry his brain Fuck no, I push him out the way Cuz that sad motherfucker got shit to say My homie was known for the mackin Now they got him doing 10 for car jackin And I'm thinkin that I'm next to go What the fuck I already live on Death Row So many out there want me Everybody wants to put a bullet in my head But I don't give a fuck if I die today Everyone alive is gonna die anyway What the fuck is life about Come home late and daddy blow your mouth out That's in the past now, I ain't soft Daddy hits me today and I'm a blow his fuckin head off For now the bullets close but miss Livin my life at a risk You know, J, man, you're right Too many motherfuckers out there are fake People need to understand That if you get hit enough times Then you start hitting back All we are are pawns in the game board And if this is the way everyone's playin' it So be it, motherfuckers Count us in But the ICP is playin for keeps Mackin is a game and everybody's playin Are you the one gettin played like a sucker I think I liked it better when I was a kid
