Insane Clown Posse (icp) - Life At Risk Lyrics

Insane Clown Posse (icp) - Life At Risk lyrics

Insane Clown Posse (ICP)

 

 Life at Risk

 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