Trick The Trap

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Slaine] It's a hard-knock life and it only gets harder You could be the savior or you could play the martyr Just watch what you pick to be a part of Kids get burned quick, fricassee for nada Keep an eye on the chick that's in the Prada Well by night it's a stripper in a garter High as a kite and addicted to narcotics But everybody's hustling the product So is she a hustler first, a thirst for brand names and lust for furs Now she got a back page ad, for that fast lane cash She hits the city and she's fucking for hers So she got a Benz and some things and her bank is fat You can choke, you can bang, you can spank her back But she's listening to way too much gangsta rap She's in the trap, there's no way that she can come back Plus she disappeared with a shiver Yeah, it's a cold world for a lost soul They found her legs at the bottom of the river To weeks later in the alley was her torso See, it's a fact You put it in the universe and shit come back Just the wrong flick to pick In a world so sick'll get you done up quick You can't trick the trap [Hook: Rasheed Chappell] One rule to this game, the game has no rules Tools of the trade, we learn to trade tools Our crew, outcome so cruel Street talking, you answer back Or get clapped You can't trick the trap You can't trick the trap You can't trick the trap Streets talking, you gonna get clapped [Verse 2: Slaine] It's a black hole and it always gets darkest right before dawn, they say When nighttime fell in the skies, he had hell in his eyes He loads a pistol and he's on his way On his way to wrath, on his way to pride On his way to put this fucker on the other side Since his brother died, he could feel the cold go through him Now it's time to kill the pusher that had sold it to him He called him up to meet him for the fuel Jumped in the front seat to greet him with the tool He shot once, he was bleeding through his wool He popped two, three and leave him in a pool Speeding through the school parking lot after shots rang Fast, hit the gas, he was gone when the cops came Ditched the burner, got the hell home quickly But what about the cellphone history? It didn't take long for detectives to hop On the case and of course they connected the dots He never made trial, he never made bail The dopeman had fam that had killed him in jail There's pain in the game, blood in the streets Choices to make, there's no love and no peace They said the shooter was white and the victim was black But it really doesn't matter... There's no tricking the trap [Hook: Rasheed Chappell] One rule to this game, the game has no rules Tools of the trade, we learn to trade tools Our crew, outcome so cruel Street talking, you answer back Or get clapped You can't trick the trap You can't trick the trap You can't trick the trap Streets talking, you gonna get clapped