Killah Priest — Its a Gamble

[Verse 1] Brooklyn, the place where killers are born Niggas will swarm from out the beehive B.I., beast eye, B-ville Be real or be killed easily Happens immediately, can happen repeatedly Shoutouts to Eazy E, real recognize real Weapons and crime fill the streets The corners and gutters The FBI be on brothers The FOI warn brothers Black leaders have worn covers For the CIA, Huey P got sprayed Even Malcolm took some Crying for freedom, damn, we lost a good one Died for a reason, walked away from the Muslims Went on his pilgrimage, late ‘60s Crack was still primitive Gave birth to kingpins, supremes and queen men Rick Ross was the big boss Cali to Chicago to New York shit In the ‘80s, it went crazy The streets was littered with dealers and killers and gamblers Niggas in chinchillas in the winters They were with cops but their hands were cuffed Sold grams of that stuff To put their man in the truck, the plan was fucked [Hook] Games people play They want it all, it’s all in From the cradle to the grave To the streets, to mark, offend It’s a gamble, grab your gun and take a spin They’re playing for keeps ‘cause they’re playing to win [Verse 2] I know this pimp with waves, he had AIDS Smooth ways, seduce babes and young girls Hey young world They never walked straight or mastered their high He would talk, he lost weight, asking them why He says, “I love them waves to the end of my days” ’til he’s on the front page for girls underage Then it came out, he tested positive The girl got pregnant and he fathered it [Hook] The games people play They want it all, it’s all in From the cradle to the grave To the streets, to mark, offend It’s a gamble, grab your gun and take a spin They’re playing for keeps ‘cause they’re playing to win The games people play They want it all, it’s all in From the cradle to the grave To the streets, to mark, offend It’s a gamble, grab your gun and take a spin They’re playing for keeps ‘cause they’re playing to win