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
hort] I know, I know Rap groupies, you know He-he [D-Nice] Definitely rap groupies You know what I'm sayin? Yo, we should do a little somethin for em,
you get rich than tho? Bitch by doing this... Dedication of hard work, sweat and tears, this ain't luck This one of the longest runs in any rap career nigga what
hand 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
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
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
it 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
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
is 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
certain date and certain time? A nigga like me hits the borderline I ain't goin out like a sucker I strive too hard for mines, muthafucka Think you can take what
make a name, this is all that we could come to Haha, call it what you want to (Call it what you want to) (Nigga, I'm straight from the streets) (Call it what
home chromies what I'm tippin' Grippin' on granite if you wonder what I'm grippin' Cream soda, home chromies what I'm tippin' Grippin' on granite if you wonder what
what I do or 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
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'
They 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
cloud 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
