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