Life is a Gamble Killah Priest

[Intro: Killah Priest]
Yeah, check me out
Tryin to get out (Word, I'm just maintainin kid)
It's Killah Priest, title of is
(Just tryin to get my thoughts together)
(Know what I'm sayin? understand)
It goes..

[Chorus x2: Killah Priest]
Life is a gamble and you're forever learnin
It's like that as the world keeps turnin

[Killah Priest]
In my location is where they run they operation
You either bucked {*gunshot*} or gettin stuck by the train station
Word is bond it be on after dawn
They hit you up and watch you drop and then they gone
They 9mm's make bitches scream high-pitch like a tweater
But shorty is a strong believer when he hold his heater
I use an ounce of my mind to make rhymes and a half of my brain to cause rain
Cuz life is like a game with no instructions
Streets they be tustlin, they have a nigga bustin {*gunshot*}
The adolescence carry weapons in they section
A wrong direction, when they all pack protection
Forgotten knowledge, is all symbolic and hedonistic
They need statistics, for the cops to search
They pop you first and dig your pockets later
And maybe catch you for your pager (what's up? what's up?)
Or slice your throat with the razor..
This kid told me once, that it was all about a blunt
Rockin gold chains and gold fronts
The streets got me restless, I wanna jack a Lexus
It's either that, sell crack and snatch a necklace
It burns like the furnace of affliction
A daily crucifiction and even Christians, they wind up missin
And all the good ones, even hoodlums shootin Muslims in their bosom
So what the fuck do you want son?
I drink forties with my shorties tellin street stories
But is the street really for me?
My peeps don't study mathematics
It's all about cash and automatics
I put the blast in and sort the static
Shit is vicious and all the bitches play you for your riches
They blow you kisses and they show you stitches
It's like the snitches and the witches of the Bed-Stuy
And all the dead rise, rise, rise..