Big shot guns big double o's in the streets death commin close lookin to my left and right to my friends and foes street its a cyle of repeat in the street then die in the street ig thats the way life goes i ant gone lie i sold crack when i was 10 years old one day i dream of raping in the studio and made 10 million albums sold But i wonded if i get famous which friend would stay and which one will fold when everyone hear my heat its like when i touch the mic my voice is gold i wanna be famousss fame comming close i remember when i was brokeee i was at Wal-Mart stealing clothes Then the security came then i was runing through them lanes i got tv too im not going to complain life not a game life not a game boi you funny if you think immma lame how you tell your girl your broke but spend a check on games no cap you is a lame i pull out my pistol aim it to your face make your run your pockets for you money and your change broke boi why you think life a game