trick the trap

it's a hard knock life

and it only gets harder

you can be the savior

or you can play the martyr

just watch what you pick

to be a part of

cause kids get burned quick

and fricasseed for nada 4

keep an eye

on the chick that's in the prada

who by night

is a stripper in a garter

high as a kite

and addicted to narcotics

but everybody is

hustlin a product

so is she

a hustler first

a passion for brand names

and lusting for furs

now she got a backpage ad

for the fast lane cash

she hits the city and she's

fuckin for hers

so she got a benz

and some things and her bank is fat

you can choke you can bang

you can spank her back

but she's listening to

way too much gangster rap

she's in a trap

there's no way that she can come back

cause she disappeared

with a shiver

yeah it's a cold world

for a lost soul

they found her legs

at the bottom of the river

two weeks later in an alley

was her torso

see it's a fact

you put it in the universe

the shit come back

just the wrong vick to pick

in a world so sick

will get you done up quick

you can't trick the trap

one rule to this game

the game it's no rules

tools of the trade

we learn to trade tools

act fool

outcome so cruel

streets talk and you answer back

or get clapped

can't trick the trap

can't trick the trap

can't trick the trap

streets talk and you gone get clapped

it's a black hole

and it always gets darkest

right before

dawn they say

when night time fell

in the skies

he got the hell in his eyes

he loads his pistol

and he's on his way

on his way to wrath

on his way to pride

on his way to put this fucker

on the other side

since his brother died

he could feel the cold go through him

now it's time to kill the pusher

that had sold it to him

he called him up

to meet him for the fuel

jumped in his front seat

to greet him with the tool

he shot once

he was bleedin' through his wool

he popped two - three

and leaves him in a pool

speeding through the school

park lot after shots rang

fast hit the gas he

was gone when the cops game

ditched the burner

got the hell home quickly

but what about the cell phone history

it didn't take long

for detectives to hop

on the case and of course

they connected the dots

he never made trial

and he never made bail

the dopeman had fam

that killed him in jail

there's pain in the game

blood in the streets

there's choices to make

there's no love and no peace

they said the shooter was white

and the victim was black

but it really doesn't matter

there's no trickin the trap

one rule to this game

the game it's no rules

tools of the trade

we learn to trade tools

act fool

outcome so cruel

streets talk and you answer back

or get clapped

can't trick the trap

can't trick the trap

can't trick the trap

streets talk and you gone get clapped