The Roots, Dice Raw - Tip the Scale lyrics
[The Roots, Dice Raw - Tip the Scale lyrics]
Homicide or suicide, heads or tails
Some think life is a living hell
Some live life just living well
I live life tryna tip the scale my way
My way my way
My way
Yo, I’m always early, I never take off
'Cause, I've got a job: rob Peter to pay Paul
Now, I realize it’s the winner that takes all
Do what I gotta do because, I can’t take loss
Picture me, living life as if I’m some animal
That consumes it's own dreams
Like I’m a cannibal
I won’t accept failure unless it’s mechanical
But still
The alcohol mixed with the botanical
I guess I be referred to the
Owners' manual full of loners
Full of all the homeless
Throwaways and the stoners
Soldiers of the streets
With eighth-grade diplomas
And the world awaiting their
Shoulders as a bonus
Look, let he without sin live without sin
Until then
I’ll be doing dirty jobs like swampmen
Counting the faces of those
That I might've been
It’s like living that life
But I won’t live that life again
Homicide or suicide, heads or tails
Some think life is a living hell
Some live life just living well
I live life tryna tip the scale my way
My way my way
My way
Lot of niggas go to prison how
Many come out Malcolm X?
I know I'm not shit
Can't even talk about the rest
Famous last words: "You under arrest"
Will I get popped tonight?
It's anybody's guess
I guess a nigga need to stay cunning
I guess when the cops coming
Need to start running
I won't make the same mistakes
From my last run-in
You either done doing crime now
Or you done in
I got a brother on the run and one in
Wrote me a letter he said, "When you coming?"
Shit, man, I thought the goal's to stay out
Back against the wall
Then shoot your way out
Getting money's a style that never plays out
'Til you in a box
And your stash money’s paid out
The scales of justice ain't
Equally weighed out
Only two ways out: digging tunnels
Or digging graves out
Homicide or suicide, heads or tails
Some think life is a living hell
Some live life just living well
I live life tryna tip the scale my way
My way my way
My way
Homicide or suicide, heads or tails
Some think life is a living hell
Some live life just living well
I live life tryna tip the scale my way
My way my way
Some think life is a living hell
Some live life just living well
I live life tryna tip the scale my way
My way my way
My way
Yo, I’m always early, I never take off
'Cause, I've got a job: rob Peter to pay Paul
Now, I realize it’s the winner that takes all
Do what I gotta do because, I can’t take loss
Picture me, living life as if I’m some animal
That consumes it's own dreams
Like I’m a cannibal
I won’t accept failure unless it’s mechanical
But still
The alcohol mixed with the botanical
I guess I be referred to the
Owners' manual full of loners
Full of all the homeless
Throwaways and the stoners
Soldiers of the streets
With eighth-grade diplomas
And the world awaiting their
Shoulders as a bonus
Look, let he without sin live without sin
Until then
I’ll be doing dirty jobs like swampmen
Counting the faces of those
That I might've been
It’s like living that life
But I won’t live that life again
Homicide or suicide, heads or tails
Some think life is a living hell
Some live life just living well
I live life tryna tip the scale my way
My way my way
My way
Lot of niggas go to prison how
Many come out Malcolm X?
I know I'm not shit
Can't even talk about the rest
Famous last words: "You under arrest"
Will I get popped tonight?
It's anybody's guess
I guess a nigga need to stay cunning
I guess when the cops coming
Need to start running
I won't make the same mistakes
From my last run-in
You either done doing crime now
Or you done in
I got a brother on the run and one in
Wrote me a letter he said, "When you coming?"
Shit, man, I thought the goal's to stay out
Back against the wall
Then shoot your way out
Getting money's a style that never plays out
'Til you in a box
And your stash money’s paid out
The scales of justice ain't
Equally weighed out
Only two ways out: digging tunnels
Or digging graves out
Homicide or suicide, heads or tails
Some think life is a living hell
Some live life just living well
I live life tryna tip the scale my way
My way my way
My way
Homicide or suicide, heads or tails
Some think life is a living hell
Some live life just living well
I live life tryna tip the scale my way
My way my way