Cappadonna - Life's a Gamble lyrics

[Raekwon] Aiyo, when we writing, yo, sh** 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 n***as heads Wall crawler, Captain Caveman, in the hall scrawling Money is stacked up, better than yours Do with the rappers, clap n***as, slap 'em, and car jack 'em Everything n***as is serving, is crack, what, preferebly Kelloggs You just a goldmine, yup, cereal bowls of h**n Yup, the Don Baron, it's worth hundreds, say something n***as 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 [Chorus: Ratchet] 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 cuz it might rain Life's a gamble like a dice game [Ratchet] Aiyo, I'm when I'm writing I be thinking like Donald Goines Posted up on the strip, fishing like b**hes 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 b**h I been G'd up, put a O in front of that Keep them b**hes ski'd up, blowing off each other's back [Chorus] [Cappadonna] 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 k**ah Hill, Staten Africa, rap ma**acre Make a phone call, have n***as get at cha Rat ya, two double nines in the back of the Acura, it's a Don thing Don King, Don b**hes 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, n***as is thinking to bust Breaking these states for they cake, you know what it do What's up, Goldie? n***as wanna march, hanging wit Jody Street Flavor click, roll thicker than sh** We the upmost, f*ggot n***as get b**hed Smacked wit the toast, crackin' the line in the coke n***as'll cutthroat, cutthroat, infered on top of the scope Crack in the dial, mixed with soap, k**ah Island...