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
a COLLECT call from a Louisiana inmate. Press 'one' to accept." [B.G.] Greetings, hot girl - what's happenin' on your end? As for me over here, you know
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
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
s and ten's was funny money So I sets my sights bigger, four figures or mo' Real ni**a fo' sho', out in the cold for dough What you thought? ??, lost
yeah, I accept for operator assistance... oh, ok hold on please stay on the line Which one? I push 1 thank you for using Pacific Bell no problem bitch oh, what
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
tryin to crawl out I had bad luck, then my luck changed up You see the Range, you see the rims all blinged up You ain't hear what I charge for 16, I'
see the felonies from day to day make me say what I say when I die my art will be worth more than Picasso's Don't cry for me, smile for me and if you
Shoot 'em in a minute and just deal with it 'Cause where I'm from, you gotta buck niggas, If you never want to be an out-of-luck nigga I only did what
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
