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slaine - trick the trap lyrics

[verse 1]
it’s a hard-knock life and it only gets harder
you could be the savior or you could play the martyr
just watch what you pick to be a part of
kids get burned quick, fric-ssee for nada
keep an eye on the chick that’s in the prada
well by night it’s a stripper and a [?]
high as a kite and addicted to narcotics
but everybody’s hustling a product
so is she a hustler first, a thirst for brand names and l-sting for furs
now she got a back page ad, for that fast lane cash
she hits the city and she’s f-cking 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 gangsta rap
she’s in the trap there’s no way that she can come back
plus she disappeared with a shiver
yea, it’s a cold world for a lost soul
they found her legs at the bottom of the river
to weeks later in the alley was her torso
see, it’s a fact
you put it in the universe and sh-t come back
just the wrong fl!ck to pick in a world so sick’ll get you done up quick
you can’t trick the trap

[hook]
[?] bullsh-t is game, the game has no rules
tools of the trade, we learn to trade tools
our crew, outcome so cruel
street talking, you answer back
or get clapped
you can’t trick the trap
you can’t trick the trap
you can’t trick the trap
streets talking, you going to get clapped

[verse 2]
it’s a black hole and it always gets darkest right before dawn, they say
when nighttime fell in the skies, he had h-ll in his eyes
he loads a pistol and he’s on his way
on his way to wrath, on his way to pride
on his way to put this f-cker on the other side
since his brother died, he could feel the cold go through him
now it’s time to k!ll the pusher that had sold it to him
he called him up, to meet him for the fool
jumped in the front seat to greet him with the tool
he shot once, he was bleeding through his wool
he popped two, three and leave him in a pool
speeding through the school parking lot after shots rang
fast, hit the gas, he was gone when the cops came
ditched the burner, got the h-ll home quickly
but what about the cellphone history?
it didn’t take long for detectives to hop on the case and the cause, they connected the dots
he never made trial, he never made bail
the dope-man had fam that had k!lled him in jail
there’s pain in the game, there’s blood in the streets
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 tricking the trap

[scratches]

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