So much death, unnecassary so much pain, for what? for what? wars fought, battles won and lost people destroyed, for what? for what? how can you
skin, long blonde hair And she know they talking but she never gon' care Cause when you balling trash-talk is what you gon' hear I can't imagine what
ask for Black You know what you started with give him half of that He gon give you 50 g's in a plastic sack And i'mma gives you 3500 cash for that Gotta
you waiting for luck? Helpless not hopeless And I know how hard it is to change With so many lives to rearrange and every time you feel so close You forget about what
I really don?t know if you can do that (really want you) I know you want to know what?s right But I know so hard for you to do that (really want you)
the start mister wrong, he plays his part back to the beginning, now round two try my luck with something new we danced until we said "I do" my luck is
of you bitches and all you hoes Let's have group sex and do the Rambo! [Chorus] [Verse 2: Fresh Kid Ice] I'm the Peter Piper of the 1980's Got a long hard dick for
on my 9 Gettin' a buzz, feelin' kinda nice Homie dropped a 20, so we shot some dice We played for a while, 'till my luck was out So the bitches walked
night sky We?ll be there waiting for you getting high Everything will be all right Looking at the same night sky I can?t give in I?ve worked to hard for
ain't fix nothin' So I just go with what i know I dont trust none Look what the 80's did To what's Bebe's kids And now we grown up Nobody ain't own us
rampage makin' runs for tha devil ain't nothin' on my mind will get me in some trouble i'm tryin to ride no more loves for me hard to figure get a nigga
what's waiting for us So I stays ready Keep my pay heavy and boss up Stack my funds and my guns Never rely on luck Asking God to point out the imposters
matter what it takes LADY LUCK You're a lipstick junkie LADY LUCK You made me a love-sick monkey Play your cards smarter throw your dice harder You're playin' for
you to be happy Smile for me! If I gotta go away to make you feel better I'll go away! Ya know? I got what I came to get My money right, ya nah mean I
make it harder and harder to pump on the block I'm a hustler, how the fuck I'm supposed to eat when its hot [Chorus] In my hood niggas got love for me
by myself Thinkin' bout nothin' more than life, what else These days its hard to tell who really cares for me So you when hear this song, you should say a prayer for