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ft. DMG, Johnny P, Lo-KeWin...Lose...Draw...Die[Scarface:]I read the book of Revalationsand now I realize we in revalationsand on that note I make this statementFor all the young guns to become one to die youngbecause the world is filled with hatred and they aim to blame our sonsand I done seen down the barrel of a strap beforebut I don't wanna die no mo', I fear the reaperhelp us Jesus, help to keep us away from all the sadnessand deliver us from the hate that cause the madnessI'm glad its installed in me from day oneBelieve in something because most of my homies believe in nothingand paying for it, God bless your souls, I'll be praying for iteventually you'll have your day in courtand I done been a witness to homocideseen a whole family diebefore the stones of diamonds in the skythrough my bloodshot eyes feel the hurt and all the hatethat I've trapped inside because the hurtin' hard to achethere's a smile on my facebut, that's to keep a man from cryingcause deep down inside, I know I'm dyingI'm born for it, gon' take some time to getting used toand Satan I know that your listening but I rebuke youand refuse to let you capture me and kill my willjust to survive the game of life, win or losedo or die, refuse to let you capture me to kill my willto survive the game of life, win or lose, do or die[Chorus (Johnny P):][2X]Whether we win or lose this life to do or diebut sometimes we lose the will to win and wonder why[DMG:]Open my hands like a bookyears and years me and my notebook I take a close lookPeep it dread see myself failinga felon on the verge of 1-8-7but I ain't ever wanna do it 'cause homocide never solved it,just momentarily resolved itwe've all been involved in the calling of a loved oneoldest ones the young ones the smartest one the dum-dumsand not begun with someand they all probably died with none by the gunthat's on the one, two, three and the fo's for lifeI slap five on the black hand sideI realize the future lies among my two sons and daughterso I pray to God just for tomorrowIn lieu of the drama I move my momma but the poverty's prolonging the painplugging my arteries and veins with strainswhen I lose in this game[Chorus][Lo-Ke:]12/11/73, a young little huster was borntorn from my momma's womb in the midst of the stormnever warned I was going through a world of stressnever knew that I was born for death, may God blessMy pops died when I was thirteen, I'm still trippingforget living, I'm on a suicidal missiontears dripping from my eyes as I look up at the skyasked the higher power why my old man had to dieIt was hard to say goodbye I tried to hide what I feelforget the wife forget the will (naw, chill; naw, chill)I'm at your gravesight, latenight trying to figure outwould I see your smiling face if I commence to dig you outI'm all about the cheese, I plan to see you once againbut I can't make through the night without commiting a sinI had to realize there wasn't no friends, backstabbinI had to watch my own back while I was out mashin'closed caption for the hearing impairedhave you ever seen your closest homey laid out buried and dead?I shed a tear even though I'm not supposed to cryI can't lie I ain't ready to die, I ain't ready[Chorus]more