Insane Clown Posse - Life At Risk Lyrics
Waking up to a little baby cryingMoms yelling cuz pops got his fists flyingIts nine in the morning and hes drunkOne day, I feel that Im gonna shoot that punkMy ***** laying next to me in the bedI honestly dont give a ***** if the ho is deadThe only honor in my life is my ragWithout it, zip me up in a body bagGrab my brothers unloaded forty-fourTake the money-back bottles and head for the storeMy neighborhood your life is a dareCuz theres factories pumping out black airAnd Im breathing this shit everydayLiving crazy, cuz Im dying anywayI see this tramp hangin under the bridgeI tell her go home and watch her kidsYou listen to them cry and sobTake your sorry ass and find a mother*****ing jobSee my homies hanging at the liquor store40s in the catch, dice rollin on the floorThey say my friendsll never be any goodBut the president wouldnt of been shitIf he was raised in my neighborhoodMy friends say the same old shitThe southwest side have a hit on meI guess everyones seen itWhen I slammed johnnys head into the cementIt started all this crazy shitAnd now we never set out without a loaded clipAnd we headed up to the dunk rimLittle boys on the court so we punked them outAnd I was thinking of my brotherWhen he was pushed off the court he wanted to kill them *****ersNow Im standing in the bad guys shoesPayin my duesAnd I dont have no where to beJust another street hood in the inner cityAnd a man is gonna ask for some changeGive him a dollar, so he can go and fry his brain***** no, I push him out the wayCuz that sad mother*****er got shit to sayMy homie was known for the mackinNow they got him doing 10 for car jackinAnd Im thinkin that Im next to goWhat the ***** I already live on death rowSo many out there want meEverybody wants to put a bullet in my headBut I dont give a ***** if I die todayEveryone alive is gonna die anywayWhat the ***** is life aboutCome home late and daddy blow your mouth outThats in the past now, I aint softDaddy hits me today and Im a blow his *****in head offFor now the bullets close but missLivin my life at a riskYou know, j, man, youre rightToo many mother*****ers out there are fakePeople need to understandThat if you get hit enough timesThen you start hitting backAll we are are pawns in the game boardAnd if this is the way everyones playin itSo be it, mother*****ersCount us inBut the icp is playin for keepsMackin is a game and everybodys playinAre you the one gettin played like a suckerI think I liked it better when I was a kid
