Conversation - Paris

Still in this b***h ninety eight is just another year
I murder money drama b***hes that fall in piers
Comin out the city where no pity be a way of life
When n***az quick to bust a cap in you to earn they stripes
Ain't nothin changed in these West coast killin fields
I seen so many homies die that I ain't got no feeling
So I handles mine pack a strap and keep on strivin
And quick to let these n***az if it get down to violent
Cause these haters ain't no friends to me they make it plain
But I refuse to be a victim of these ghetto games
Break away from all the stress b******t and aggravation
And now I'm quick to blast if you want a confrontation
But it seem like every time I turn around it's drama
Hella flowers coffee drinkin
And cryin momma
Somethin tellin me this madness ain't gon' never stop
So I keep strivin fo' the top
Now everything you think you seein might not be the truth
Understand these cowards fold when these n***az shoot
Understand this rap s**t is just another way
Just another lick where motherf**kers gettin paid
It really ain't the same as it was in the past
Back when s**t was new n***az thought that it would last
Understand this rap game is just another front
Just another way for motherf**kers comin up
And it's like that
So what's the ticket out the ghetto for these young players
Slangin d**e playin ball or bein rhymesayers
They want the money fast F**K SCHOOL that ain't what's happenin
So some of them n***az got together and they started rappin
And it would be like who the tightest on the microphone
Makin demos in the basement of they momma's home
And 'fore you know it n***az got theyself a record deal
And now they makin money doin what they love for real
Limosines fast cash
And autographs
Groupie h*es after every show be workin the staff
And magazines givin love cause they s**t is best
Unless of course it's The Source and you from the West
Now momma's braggin cause they baby's on the television
And they livin every day like it's Thanksgiving
But you know what they say if it sound too good
To be true it probably is that's the music biz
I'm 28 and I've been in the game since '86
World tours cash money
And hella hits
Done seen these rap stars disappear like civil rights
And go from po' to rich to po' again overnight
So many perils in this game if yo' team is faulty
That's why my lawyer keep these motherf**kin devils off me
And freak b***hes be quick to set you up by playin
That p***y game like you the daddy or you rapin
See dumb n***az get they money took tryin to be
That motherf**ker on the television out with robin leach
A couple of cars hella clothes
And before you know it
That n***a to' back hella broke with nuttin showin
So here's a little game from a homey that's still playin
The mo' s**t you see a n***a with the mo' he payin
In this rap life nuttin what it seem to be
I hope you motherf**kers feel me that's reality