Life At Risk

Lyrics

[Verse: Violent J] Wakin' up to the little baby crying Mom's yellin' 'cause pop's got his fists flyin' It's 9 in the morning and he's drunk One day I feel that I'm gonna shoot that punk My bitch layin' 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 gun, load the .44 Take the money-back bottles and head to the store In my neighborhood your life is a dare 'Cause there's factories pumpin' out black air And I'm breathin' this shit everyday Livin' crazy 'cause I'm dyin' 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 motherfuckin' job See my homies hangin' at the liquor store 40s and the cash, dice rollin' on the floor They say my friends'll never be any good But the President wouldn't have been shit If he was raised in my neighborhood My friends say the same old shit The Southwest side (G ,'nippid tiuQ) have a hit on me I guess everyone 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'm thinkin' of my brother When he was pushed off the court he wanted to kill them fuckers Now I'm standin' in the bad guy's shoes Payin' my dues And I don't have nowhere 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 brains Fuck no, I push him out the way 'Cause that sad motherfucker got shit to say My homie was known for the mackin' Now they got him doing 10 on car jackin' And I'm thinkin' that I'm next to go What the fuck I'm already livin' Death Row So many out there want me dead 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 going to blow his fuckin' head off For now the bullets close but miss Livin' my life at a risk [Interlude: John Kickjazz] 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 hittin' back All we are is pawns on the game board And if this is the way everybody's playin' it So be it, motherfuckers Count us in But the ICP is playin' for keeps [Sample] Mackin' is a game and everybody's playin' Are you the one getting played like a sucker? Mackin' is a game and everybody's playin' Are you the one getting played like a sucker? Mackin' is a game and everybody's playin' Are you the one getting played like a sucker? Mackin' is a game and everybody's playin' Are you the one getting played like a sucker? [Outro: Violent J] I think I liked it better when I was a kid