Life At Risk Lyrics

Life At Risk lyrics

Waking up to a little baby crying

Mom's yelling 'cause 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

'cause there's factories pumping
out black air

And I'm breathing this shit everyday

Living crazy,
'cause 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

'cause 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