ICP: Life at risk

Waking up to a little baby cryingMom's yelling cuz pop's got his fists flyingIt's nine in the morning and he's drunkOne day, I feel that I'm gonna shoot that punkMy bitch laying next to me in the bedI honestly don't give a fuck if the ho is deadThe only honor in my life is my ragWithout it, zip me up in a body bagGrab my brother's unloaded forty-fourTake the money-back bottles and head for the storeMy neighborhood your life is a dareCuz there's factories pumping out black airAnd I'm breathing this shit everydayLiving crazy, cuz I'm dying anywayI see this tramp hangin under the bridgeI tell her go home and watch her kidsYou listen to them cry and sobTake your sorry ass and find a motherfucking jobSee my homies hanging at the liquor store40s in the catch, dice rollin on the floorThey say my friends'll never be any goodBut the president wouldn't of been shitIf he was raised in my neighborhoodMy friends say the same old shitThe southwest side have a hit on meI guess everyone's seen itWhen I slammed Johnny's head into the cementIt started all this crazy shitAnd now we never set out without a loaded clipAnd we headed up to the dunk rimLittle boys on the court so we punked them outAnd I was thinking of my brotherWhen he was pushed off the court he wanted to kill them fuckersNow I'm standing in the bad guys shoesPayin' my duesAnd I don't have no where to beJust another street hood in the inner cityAnd a man is gonna ask for some changeGive him a dollar, so he can go and fry his brainFuck no, I push him out the wayCuz that sad motherfucker got shit to sayMy homie was known for the mackinNow they got him doing 10 for car jackinAnd I'm thinkin that I'm next to goWhat the fuck I already live on Death RowSo many out there want meEverybody wants to put a bullet in my headBut I don't give a fuck if I die todayEveryone alive is gonna die anywayWhat the fuck is life aboutCome home late and daddy blow your mouth outThat's in the past now, I ain't softDaddy hits me today and I'm a blow his fuckin head offFor now the bullets close but missLivin my life at a riskYou know, J, man, you're rightToo many motherfuckers out there are fakePeople need to understand That if you get hit enough timesThen you start hitting backAll we are are pawns in the game boardAnd if this is the way everyone's playin' itSo be it, motherfuckersCount us inBut the ICP is playin for keepsMackin is a game and everybody's playinAre you the one gettin played like a suckerI think I liked it better when I was a kid