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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 store

40s 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

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 store

40s 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

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