ICP - "Life At Risk" lyrics

Violent J

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