Slaine - Trick The Trap Lyrics

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