Cappadonna, Ratchet, Raekwon - Life's a Gamble lyrics

Aiyo, when we writing, yo
Shit is like the vice laws
Fighting everybody wet, Lex dog
Vibe on biting necks
There goes the new hammer, microwave blamp
From the stove to the roads
Down in New Hampshire, brolic size
Wallet guys
Frame broiled shotties, with the Ducati's
My pockets is set now watch what you rep
I've been buying niggas heads
Wall crawler, Captain Caveman
In the hall scrawling
Money is stacked up, better than yours
Do with the rappers, clap niggas, slap 'em
And car jack 'em
Everything niggas is serving, is crack, what
Preferebly Kelloggs
You just a goldmine, yup
Cereal bowls of heroin
Yup, the Don Baron, it's worth hundreds
Say something
Niggas fronting while we doubling, pump 'em
And lay 'em right in front of the steps
The new Mark Cuban, Mavericks
We moving like Arabics
Faces is wrapped, crosses on like Catholics
Blend to the music, it's all in the game

Riding through life in this fast lane
Fast change
Ya'll deal when the lights green
But when that light change
You gotta make a slight change
Use your wipers cause it might rain
Life's a gamble like a dice game

Aiyo, I'm when I'm writing I
Be thinking like Donald Goines
Posted up on the strip
Fishing like bitches hoeing
Blowing like Jesse Owens
Run laps around these tracks
And I stay up in the hood like
Weed and cracks
Damn right, I still pack the strap
Duck if I whip it out but, if I whip it out
You're people will be picking out
A coffin and a tombstone
Park 'em in the graveyard
Prayers and a leap of faith
Probably couldn't save ya'll
That's the path of bravhearts
Clap you in the hallway
Turn two o's that soft
Into three the hard way
Move the diesel all day
Shut it down in night time
That's when the undercovers buy
In night time move to the forefront
Ratch' had the store front
First I had two goals, now I got more front
Bitch I been G'd up, put a O in front of that
Keep them bitches ski'd up
Blowing off each other's back

Riding through life in this fast lane
Fast change
Ya'll deal when the lights green
But when that light change
You gotta make a slight change
Use your wipers cause it might rain
Life's a gamble like a dice game

Heavy white ice, gold ornaments
Hustle and life
Hustle and light, good wit the pill
Be at all the tournaments
Stroll in the beach
Out in Luv Allah, we love all of ya'll
Killah Hill, Staten Africa, rap massacre
Make a phone call, have niggas get at cha
Rat ya, two double nines in
The back of the Acura, it's a Don thing
Don King, Don bitches under the ring
We don't ever sing, raps get cut in the bing
Posse up, see me the Beemer or Benz truck
Reppin' that W, it's trouble for you
Knife through ya bubble
Goose, veterans loose, 39 on the deuce
Pick it up, stick it up
Niggas is thinking to bust
Breaking these states for they cake
You know what it do
What's up, Goldie? Niggas wanna march
Hanging wit Jody
Street Flavor click, roll thicker than shit
We the upmost, faggot niggas get bitched
Smacked wit the toast
Crackin' the line in the coke
Niggas'll cutthroat, cutthroat
Infered on top of the scope
Crack in the dial, mixed with soap
Killah Island