Conversation-Paris

[Paris] Still in this b**ch, ninety-eight is just another year I murder money drama b**ches, that fall in piers Comin out the city where no pity be a way of life When niggaz 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 niggaz 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 [Chorus] Now everything you think you seein might not be the truth Understand these cowards fold when these niggaz shoot Understand this rap sh*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 sh*t was new, niggaz 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 [Paris] 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 niggaz 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 niggaz got theyself a record deal And now they makin money, doin what they love for real Limosines, fast cash, and autographs Groupie hoes after every show be workin the staff And magazines givin love cause they sh*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 [Chorus] [Paris] 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**ches be, quick to set you up by playin That p**sy game like, you the daddy or you rapin See dumb niggaz 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 ni**a to' back, hella broke with nuttin showin So here's a little game from a homey that's still playin The mo' sh*t you see a ni**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 [Chorus x2]