Life's a Gamble

Aiyo, when we writing, yo, shit is like the vice laws
 Fighting everybody wet, Lex dog, vibe on biting necks
 There goes the new hammer, microwave blamp, from the stove to the roads
 Down in New Hampshire, brolic size, wallet guys
 Frame broiled shotties, with the Ducati's, my pockets is set
 Now watch what you rep, I've been buying niggas heads
 Wall crawler, Captain Caveman, in the hall scrawling
 Money is stacked up, better than yours
 Do with the rappers, clap niggas, slap 'em, and car jack 'em
 Everything niggas is serving, is crack, what, preferebly Kelloggs
 You just a goldmine, yup, cereal bowls of heroin
 Yup, the Don Baron, it's worth hundreds, say something
 Niggas fronting while we doubling, pump 'em
 And lay 'em right in front of the steps
 The new Mark Cuban, Mavericks, we moving like Arabics
 Faces is wrapped, crosses on like Catholics
 Blend to the music, it's all in the game
 Riding through life in this fast lane, fast change
 Ya'll deal when the lights green, but when that light change
 You gotta make a slight change, use your wipers cuz it might rain
 Life's a gamble like a dice game
 Aiyo, I'm when I'm writing I be thinking like Donald Goines
 Posted up on the strip, fishing like bitches hoeing
 Blowing like Jesse Owens, run laps around these tracks
 And I stay up in the hood like, weed and cracks
 Damn right, I still pack the strap, duck if I whip it out
 But if I whip it out, you're people will be picking out
 A coffin and a tombstone, park 'em in the graveyard
 Prayers and a leap of faith, probably couldn't save ya'll
 That's the path of bravhearts, clap you in the hallway
 Turn two o's that soft, into three the hard way
 Move the diesel all day, shut it down in night time
 That's when the undercovers buy, in night time
 Move to the forefront, Ratch' had the store front
 First I had two goals, now I got more front
 Bitch I been G'd up, put a O in front of that
 Keep them bitches ski'd up, blowing off each other's back
 Heavy white ice, gold ornaments, hustle and life
 Hustle and light, good wit the pill
 Be at all the tournaments, stroll in the beach
 Out in Luv Allah, we love all of ya'll
 Killah Hill, Staten Africa, rap massacre
 Make a phone call, have niggas get at cha
 Rat ya, two double nines in the back of the Acura, it's a Don thing
 Don King, Don bitches under the ring
 We don't ever sing, raps get cut in the bing
 Posse up, see me the Beemer or Benz truck
 Reppin' that W, it's trouble for you
 Knife through ya bubble goose, veterans loose, 39 on the deuce
 Pick it up, stick it up, niggas is thinking to bust
 Breaking these states for they cake, you know what it do
 What's up, Goldie? Niggas wanna march, hanging wit Jody
 Street Flavor click, roll thicker than shit
 We the upmost, faggot niggas get bitched
 Smacked wit the toast, crackin' the line in the coke
 Niggas'll cutthroat, cutthroat, infered on top of the scope
 Crack in the dial, mixed with soap, Killah Island...