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[Paris]Still in this bitch, ninety-eight is just another yearI murder money drama bitches, that fall in piersComin out the city where no pity be a way of lifeWhen niggaz quick to bust a cap in you to earn they stripesAin't nothin changed in these West coast killin fieldsI seen so many homies die that I ain't got no feelingSo I handles mine, pack a strap and keep on strivinAnd quick to let these niggaz if it get down to violentCause these haters ain't no friends to me, they make it plainBut I refuse to be a victim of these ghetto gamesBreak away from all the stress, bullshit and aggravationAnd now I'm quick to blast if you want a confrontationBut it seem like every time I turn around it's dramaHella flowers, coffee drinkin, and cryin mommaSomethin tellin me this madness ain't gon' never stopSo I keep strivin fo' the top[Chorus]Now everything you think you seein might not be the truthUnderstand these cowards fold when these niggaz shootUnderstand this rap shit is just another wayJust another lick where motherfuckers gettin paidIt really ain't the same as it was in the pastBack when shit was new, niggaz thought that it would lastUnderstand this rap game is just another frontSongtexteJust another way for motherfuckers comin up, and it's like that[Paris]So what's the ticket out the ghetto for these young playersSlangin dope, playin ball or bein rhymesayersThey want the money fast, FUCK SCHOOL, that ain't what's happeninSo some of them niggaz got together and they started rappinAnd it would be like who the tightest on the microphoneMakin demos in the basement of they momma's homeAnd 'fore you know it niggaz got theyself a record dealAnd now they makin money, doin what they love for realLimosines, fast cash, and autographsGroupie hoes after every show be workin the staffAnd magazines givin love cause they shit is bestUnless of course it's The Source and you from the WestNow momma's braggin cause they baby's on the televisionAnd they livin every day, like it's ThanksgivingBut you know, what they say if it sound too goodto be true it probably is that's the music biz[Chorus][Paris]I'm 28 and I've been in the game since '86World tours, cash money, and hella hitsDone seen these rap stars disappear like civil rightsAnd go from po' to rich to po' again, overnightSo many perils in this game if yo' team is faultyThat's why my lawyer keep these motherfuckin devils off meAnd freak bitches be, quick to set you up by playinthat pussy game like, you the daddy or you rapinSee dumb niggaz get they money took, tryin to bethat motherfucker on the television out with Robin LeachA couple of cars, hella clothes, and before you know itThat nigga to' back, hella broke with nuttin showinSo here's a little game from a homey that's still playinThe mo' shit you see a nigga with, the mo' he payinIn this rap life, nuttin what it seem to beI hope you motherfuckers feel me, that's reality[Chorus] - 2X Aus Songtexte Mania