VERSE 1: Jayo Felony
Can't stop, won't stop, nigga, that's that Crip Hop
Roll until I hit the top, find a bitch to break my crop
Hit a switch and then a drop, if it's a club then she gon' hop
From club to club and dick to dick, trick bitch, hush the shit
Hit licks for big chips, get rich, retire quick
Spit shit for convicts and hoes that's full of nonsense
Fuck a guilty conscience, I kill shit regardless
It's real shit, the hardest, the realest regardless
Don't ever try to get shit started, that's retarded
You ain't gotta ask how we got in, we bogarted
Y'all gon' know how we lay shit down, it ain't no secret
And it's gon' stay in the fam, nigga, that's how we gon' keep it
It ain't no time for jokin, nigga, fuck the Dreamcast
Busters be mad, see well on a misssion that means cash
You better soak up some game and learn to be a rich roller
Shots hit you through your window while
you was holdin your controller
Now it's over

CHORUS: Joi Patrice
All my life I played this game
And my life is full of pain
I don't know if I'll ever change
Perkin on drink and smokin Mary Jane

VERSE 2: Spice 1
My life is full of sin, too much drama in California
Niggas runnin up on ya to dump and put you in a coma
Or worse, six feet, get put as deep as you stand
Get carried by five homies, your brother the sixth man
Think about your life and what you got to live for
You may not have a lot of money but you still find a way to glow
Just keep pushin and strivin, livin one day at a time
Have patience with life and one day your light'll shine
And when you shine, watch them niggas that watch you gleam
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In my life it's hard to deal with the pain
But it's part of bein a man, it's part of the game
Accept the shit and move on, partner, and hope for the best
Cause the best way to get some revenge is through success
Cause they don't like to see you come from nothin to somethin
Single in rotation on the radio bumpin

CHORUS: Joi Patrice

VERSE 3: Celly Cel
When I really think about it, life is fucked up
All the shit I did and man, I'm still here, I lucked up
I know it's people prayin for my soul every day
Before I go to bed I get down on my knees and pray
Niggas like me ain't gon' never be shit
If you can't shoot a basketball or grab the mic and make a hit
We set up to fail before we get a opportunity
It's easy access to drugs in the black community
So we choose it, we sell it and we use it
We like to live our life fast and know we might even lose it
Abuse it, with 40oz. Mad Dog and hard liquor
Have you catchin cases, makin a nigga walk the yard quicker
It ain't no love, mayne, mama didn't raise a thug
But I got caught up in the streets, I like to taste the blood
I like drug money, 211 thug money
I ran the streets fascinated by that blood money

CHORUS: Joi Patrice (2X)

Joi Patrice
I don't know if I'll ever change
And get out the game
I've been hustlin for too long
I've been strugglin and doin wrong