Текст песни Risky Business - Dibiasi, Ransom, Albee Al

Risky Business

I been, I been overworked and underpaid\nUnderground nigga, forced to pay this price of fame\nGot me writing with my lights out, I seen brighter days\nIn my jail cell, tears dripping on the page\nPhony charge got me facing double digits overseas\nI can’t see my daughter and I’m, knee deep in lawyer fees\nBond set at six figures, real nigga bailing out\nHomies owe me paper on the streets, them niggas played me out\nCame home on my feet, boy I don’t need no bitch to take me in\nChoppers in my secret safe, my bitch ain’t got the safety pin\nDak Prescott in a nigga’s spot, bitch, I play to win\nIce water, fork, Richard Pryor rock on my plate again\nI should have a deal with Gillette the way I be shaving now\nScripts for the Percs in my neighbor’s name\nServe my neighbor that\n8th grade teacher took my beeper never gave it back\nDope boy, Motorola Timeport, StarTAC\nPurple wire tap on like 9 9's on the Nextel\nMoving flagrant, Alphabet agents they got me catching hell\nBring ya paper, weigh the work, nigga gotta pay the work\nShort sinners, major work, nigga check his paperwork\nMy daddy got addiction for bitches, but did he pass it to me?\nWonder if these Backwoods or syrup putting that cancer in me\nWonder should I get the silver Bentley or the silver Benz\nWonder if my homie plotting on me, nigga, fuck a friend, bitch\nA bitch nigga\nAin’t got shit but a bullet for a, a bitch nigga\nI took a lot of risk to be a, a rich nigga\nAin’t got shit but a bullet for a, a bitch nigga, bitch nigga\nA bitch, a bitch nigga\nAin’t got shit but a bullet for a, a bitch nigga\nI took a lot of risk to be a, a rich nigga\nAin’t got shit but a bullet for a, a bitch nigga, a bitch nigga\nWhoever knew this the price to win?\nI write the sins of a felon, struggling to fight the pen\nIt might depend on you turning these little mice to men\nDespite your friends and haters who praying\nWait for your life to end (damn!)\nIt might offend 'cause I’m probably addressing you\nMomma told me hit the targets and kill the messenger too (blaow!)\nYou can tell them naked lies, but these niggas address the truth\nWe gon' see you keep it straight when them niggas is pressing you\nBitch nigga, we can’t relate to your lifestyle (lifestyle)\nWe rich niggas, don’t gotta wait 'til that price down (price down)\nYou snitch niggas swim by that lake and you might drown\nRight now, begging, screaming\nAnd praying for Christ now, pipe down (shhhh)\nDon’t gotta make a sound when your soul leaving out\n'Cause a comfortable death is what foes dream about\nIt ain’t nothing left when them holes bleeding out (nah)\nYou can take ya last breath, go 'head and breathe it out\nYou don’t see my vision, I paint the pictures I’m living\nEx-felon, thumbing through several letters written in prison\nTo my mother, I tell her 'bout my struggles with different women She tell me\nthat they come dime a dozen\nTry not to love 'em, but respect 'em (let's go)\nDamn, did my father teach you these lessons?\nEither I’m a splitting image or I am truly a blessing?\nYou guys are new to aggression, frail as a stick figure\nRich niggas, and we got no remorse for you bitch niggas\nBitch nigga\nA bitch nigga\nAin’t got shit but a bullet for a, a bitch nigga\nI took a lot of risk to be a, a rich nigga\nAin’t got shit but a bullet for a, a bitch nigga, bitch nigga\nA bitch, a bitch nigga\nAin’t got shit but a bullet for a, a bitch nigga\nI took a lot of risk to be a, a rich nigga\nAin’t got shit but a bullet for a, a bitch nigga, a bitch nigga