Risky Business

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Freddie Gibbs] Yeah, yeah (I been, I been) I been, I been overworked and underpaid Underground nigga, forced to pay this price of fame Got me writing with my lights out, I seen brighter days In my jail cell, tears dripping on the page Phony charge got me facing double digits overseas I can't see my daughter and I'm, knee deep in lawyer fees Bond set at six figures, real nigga bailing out Homies owe me paper on the streets, them niggas played me out Came home on my feet, boy I don't need no bitch to take me in Choppers in my secret safe, my bitch ain't got the safety pin Dak Prescott in a nigga's spot, bitch, I play to win Ice water, fork, Richard Pryor rock on my plate again I should have a deal with Gillette the way I be shaving now Scripts for the Percs in my neighbor's name Serve my neighbor that 8th grade teacher took my beeper never gave it back Dope boy, Motorola Timeport, StarTAC Purple wire tap on like 9 9's on the Nextel Moving flagrant, Alphabet agents they got me catching hell Bring ya paper, weigh the work, nigga gotta pay the work Short sinners, major work, nigga check his paperwork My daddy got addiction for bitches, but did he pass it to me? Wonder if these Backwoods or syrup putting that cancer in me Wonder should I get the silver Bentley or the silver Benz Wonder if my homie plotting on me, nigga, fuck a friend, bitch [Chorus: Freddie Gibbs] A bitch nigga Ain't got shit but a bullet for a, a bitch nigga I took a lot of risk to be a, a rich nigga Ain't got shit but a bullet for a, a bitch nigga, bitch nigga A bitch, a bitch nigga Ain't got shit but a bullet for a, a bitch nigga I took a lot of risk to be a, a rich nigga Ain't got shit but a bullet for a, a bitch nigga, a bitch nigga [Verse 2: Ransom] Whoever knew this the price to win? I write the sins of a felon, struggling to fight the pen It might depend on you turning these little mice to men Despite your friends and haters who praying Wait for your life to end (damn!) It might offend 'cause I'm probably addressing you Momma told me hit the targets and kill the messenger too (blaow!) You can tell them naked lies, but these niggas address the truth We gon' see you keep it straight when them niggas is pressing you Bitch nigga, we can't relate to your lifestyle (lifestyle) We rich niggas, don't gotta wait 'til that price down (price down) You snitch niggas swim by that lake and you might drown Right now, begging, screaming And praying for Christ now, pipe down (shhhh) Don't gotta make a sound when your soul leaving out 'Cause a comfortable death is what foes dream about It ain't nothing left when them holes bleeding out (nah) You can take ya last breath, go 'head and breathe it out You don't see my vision, I paint the pictures I'm living Ex-felon, thumbing through several letters written in prison To my mother, I tell her 'bout my struggles with different women She tell me that they come dime a dozen Try not to love 'em, but respect 'em (let's go) Damn, did my father teach you these lessons? Either I'm a splitting image or I am truly a blessing? You guys are new to aggression, frail as a stick figure Rich niggas, and we got no remorse for you bitch niggas Bitch nigga [Chorus: Freddie Gibbs] A bitch nigga Ain't got shit but a bullet for a, a bitch nigga I took a lot of risk to be a, a rich nigga Ain't got shit but a bullet for a, a bitch nigga, bitch nigga A bitch, a bitch nigga Ain't got shit but a bullet for a, a bitch nigga I took a lot of risk to be a, a rich nigga Ain't got shit but a bullet for a, a bitch nigga, a bitch nigga