Life At Risk Lyrics

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Life At Risk Lyrics

by ICP

Violent J



Waking up to a lil baby cryin

Momma's yellin cuz

pop's got his fists flying

its nine in the morning

and he's drunk

one day i feel that im gonna shoot that punk

my bitch laying next to me in the bed

i honesly dont give a fuck if the hoe is dead



the only honor in my life

is my rag

with honor zip me up in a body bag

grab my brothas up and load a 44

take the money back

and head to tha store

my neighbor, your life is a dare

cuz those factories pumping out black air

and im breathing this shit everyday

living crazy cause im dieing anyway



i see this tramp hanging under the bridge

i tell her go home

and watch your kids

you listen to them cry and sob

take your sorry ass and find a mothafuckin job



see my homies hangin at the liquor store

40s and they cash

dice rollin on tha floor

they say my friends will never be any good

but the president wouldnt be 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 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 were headed up to the dunk rim

little boyz on the court

so we punked them out

and im thinkin of my brother

when he was pushed off the court

he wanted to kill them fuckers

now im standing in the bad guy's shoes

payin my dues



and i dont have no where to be

just another street hood in the innercity

and a man is gonna ask for some change

give him a dollar

so he can go and fry his brains

FUCK NO and i push him out tha way

cuz that sad mothafucker got shit to say



my homie was known for the mackin

now they got him doin 10 on car jackin

and im thinkin that im next to go

what the fuck

im already livin death row

so many out there want me dead

everybody wants to put a bullet in my head

but i dont give a fuck if i die today

everyone alive is gonna die anyway



wat the fuck is life about?

come home late and daddy blow your mouth out

thats in the past now

i aint soft

daddy hits me today

and ima blow his fuckin head off

for now the bullets close

but Miss...miss..miss..miss

im livin my life at a risk



Shaggy 2 Dope



You know J man your right

too many motherfuckers out there are fake

people need to understand

that if you get hit enough times

then you start hittin back

all we are are pawns on the game board

and if this is the way everybody's playin it

so be it motherfuckers

count us in

but the ICP is playin for keeps



Mackin is a game

and everybody is playin

are u the one gettin played

like a sucker?(x4)



Violent J

I think I liked it better when I was a kid