Every day is test so all we do is smoke weed and crack brews Kid I ain't got nothing 2 lose There comes a time in your life that get trife And you're forced to pay dues Kid I ain't got nothing 2 lose Every day is a test so all we do is smoke weed and crack brews Kid I ain't got nothing 2 lose I seen it all and can't afford to fall so for all wack crews Kid I ain't got nothing 2 lose What I got to lose when my pops is gone So many of my peers died that my heart been torn Too much pressure, stress ya, that's why I'm a young ass man Grippin' the trigga and not afraid to let my gun blast My bitch rather die than snake, that is some snake shit to shoot 'em Real niggas that know they must salute 'em I try to hold my head, and keep on losing my grip But things ain't legit, my moms passed that shit Here I am, 20 years old tryin' to make it in a material world Controlled by cash and gold Criminals schemin' if they ain't servin' ya, they herbin' ya But I keep heat, 'cuz the streets told me to murder ya I got some shit in the stash for your ass That'll make a mathematician need a computer for the aftermath Since you wake it's too scary G, but it don't worry me Always wonderin' if some fool out plottin' to bury me Every day is test so all we do is smoke weed and crack brews Kid I ain't got nothing 2 lose There comes a time in your life that get trife And you're forced to pay dues Kid I ain't got nothing 2 lose Every day is a test so all we do is smoke weed and crack brews Kid I ain't got nothing 2 lose I seen it all and can't afford to fall so for all wack crews Kid I ain't got nothing 2 lose Kid I ain't got nothing 2 lose, you know the Hill Street blues Make my people wanna flip, and fade they clips to eat See we wit nothing to prove have nothing 2 lose Never let a chump step on your black leather shoes I see my guns'll rip, slain in the massacre I'll see his brains, that's a shame so I'm askin' ya Should I feel how I feel, should I be ready to peel Shoud I be grippin' steel, is it kill or be killed To the death nigga, point blank range Trained to aim, got my top slugs at your brain Life don't really mean nothing How could you think about the next day The way these niggas be bustin' You crazy, goin' out, and I'll blaze the trupor Firing Squad, raise more caine than Cuba Now let them hollow point slugs make you jump in the field Where it's real, we still walk up and dump, nigga Every day is test so all we do is smoke weed and crack brews Kid I ain't got nothing 2 lose There comes a time in your life that get trife And you're forced to pay dues Kid I ain't got nothing 2 lose Every day is a test so all we do is smoke weed and crack brews Kid I ain't got nothing 2 lose I seen it all and can't afford to fall so for all wack crews Kid I ain't got nothing 2 lose So my man, if you can understand the shit that we sent you It's from the government set ups and shit that we been through It's ghetto education, simple and plain Some facts that keep me aware and ahead of the game If the ghetto mentality keep you wildin' G, then I ain't mad at ya Still hittin' for my people in Clinton and Attica The code of the street is to get deep And to let 'em know you lettin' go your heat, salute Every day is test so all we do is smoke weed and crack brews Kid I ain't got nothing 2 lose There comes a time in your life that get trife And you're forced to pay dues Kid I ain't got nothing 2 lose Every day is a test so all we do is smoke weed and crack brews Kid I ain't got nothing 2 lose I seen it all and can't afford to fall so for all wack crews Kid I ain't got nothing 2 lose © BLIND MAN'S BLUFF MUSIC; FORTY THIEVES MUSIC; MUSIC CORPORATION OF AMERICA; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com