When The Chips Are Down

These niggaz wanna see me, 'cause of the way I shine
 But it ain't that easy, to get mine, you get your ass lay down
 The paint is peeling, when the chips are down
 You gotta lose all feeling, your head goes round and round
 Funny how the world revolves around my click
 'Cause just a year ago, nigga ain't had shit
 Me and my right hand share the same outfit
 Which fuels the fire that I ear to game outwit
 It's amazing the way that boy came up so quick
 But that platinum niggaz will blow your brain out, shit
 I'm the new nigga the others can't stand
 The rubber band man, be goddamned if I can
 Let another nigga feel my spot
 If a nigga steal from me, it's the steel I pop
 I'm on my grind, so if you thought I chill I'm not
 Won't stop letting the steering wheel peel the block
 The paint is peeling, when the chips are down
 You gotta lose all feeling, your head goes round and round
 The paint is peeling, when the chips are down
 You gotta lose all feeling, your head goes round and round
 Banks, they think I'm Yayo's replacement
 Nah, I ball it's the G-unit walking through the matrix
 I'm signed to the doctor, I ain't got no patience
 So he put me with 50 cent, now I got a face-lift
 Magazines wanna know, where the fuck L.A. been
 It almost died in the same car Suge got grazed in
 2001, I was playing my PlayStation
 And I heard 9 shots I'm faced down with my heart pacing
 All I could think about was I had my guns
 And my drugs in the basement
 It was either that or the state pen
 I woke up of the coma, police waiting for a statement
 The paint is peeling, when the chips are down
 You gotta lose all feeling, your head goes round and round
 The paint is peeling, when the chips are down
 You gotta lose all feeling, your head goes round and round
 Pass the weed, let a nigga get into his zone
 Poppa left me all alone in the world to roam
 But now I'm grown millionaires in my cell phone
 A year past now God did and L gone
 And I'm sick boy, chopping with the wrong click
 To think about that, before I let the song stick
 Uh, who's a limp? Please don't get me confused with him
 'Cause I'm down to going all round lose or win
 If I should die ride the jeep through the little bride
 Every strip block the projects is on my side
 A ghetto's gone by the hundred grand on my arm
 Sick boxing never hundred grand on my charm, you broke, nigga
 The paint is peeling, when the chips are down
 You gotta lose all feeling, your head goes round and round
 The paint is peeling, when the chips are down
 You gotta lose all feeling, your head goes round and round