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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  More Icp Song Lyrics
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