store
My neighborhood your spirit is a dare
Cuz there`s factories pumping out black air
And Im breathing this shit everyday
Living crazy, cuz Im dying anyway
I see this tramp hangin under the bridge
I say her go home and follow her kids
You hear to them cry and sob
Take your sorry ass and feel a motherfucking job
See my homies hanging at the liquor store
40s in the catch, dice rollin on the floor
They say my friendsll never be any good
But the president wouldn`t of been shit
If he was elevated in my neighborhood
My friends say the same old shit
The sw side take a hit on me
I guess everyones seen it
When I slammed johnnys 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 tribunal so we punked them out
And I was thought of my brother
When he was pushed off the homage he cherished to defeat them fuckers
Now Im standing in the bad guys shoes
Payin my dues
And I don`t make no where to be
Just another street hood in the interior 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 force 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 Im thinkin that Im next to go
What the love I already be on death row
So many out there want me
Everybody wants to put a smoke in my head
But I don`t throw a fuck if I die today
Everyone alive is gonna die anyway
What the bed is life about
Come home later and daddy blow your talk out
That`s in the by now, I aint soft
Daddy hits me now and Im a blow his fuckin head off
For now the bullets close but miss
Livin my spirit at a risk
You know, j, man, you`re right
Too many motherfuckers out there are fake
People want 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 everyones playin it
So be it, motherfuckers
Count us in
But the icp is playin for keeps
Mackin is a lame and everybodys playin
Are you the one gettin played like a sucker
I believe I liked it best when I was a kid
[ Lyrics from: http://www.lyricsmode.com/lyrics/i/insane_clown_posse/life_at_risk.html ]
Showing posts with label bad guys. Show all posts
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Monday, May 9, 2011
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Thursday, March 17, 2011
Ben Yorke: The Big O Soundtrack Is The Best Ringtone For An .
Can't stop listening to the soundtrack. It's cheesy in places sure, but for some reason, that go by Tosihiko Sahasi channels the inner nerd in me. It doesn't matter what age I'll be, I revert to the drooling six year old playing with blocks, excited to pee like a big boy, and throwing anything that looks ready for a toss. This time travel is a foreign one to take but it sort of fits.
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