When the Chips Are Down

Now

Sick watching of a 100 grand on my charm, broke nigga
Now
You get ya ass laid down
You gotta lose all feelin'
The rubber band man be goddamned if I can
Down
Your head goes round and round
I’m the new nigga the others can’t stand
Funny how the world revolves around my click

Pass the weed and let a nigga get into a zone
Now
You gotta lose all feelin'
Down
And when the chips are down
Down
I’m ghetto calm by the 100 grand on my arms
The paint is peelin’
'Cuz just a year ago a nigga ain’t have shit

The paint is peelin’
Down
Banks they think I’m yayos replacement, nah
Down

Down
You gotta lose all feelin'
The paint is peelin’
And when the chips are down
Your head goes round and round

The paint is peelin’
Down
Papa left me all alone in the world to roam

And when the chips are down
So he put me with 50 Cent now I got a face lift
'Cause I’m down to go a whole round, lose or win
Now
I’m on my grind so if you thought I chill, I’m not
The paint is peelin’
Which fueled the fire that I air the game out with
Your head goes round and round
Now
Now
And when the chips are down
Now
And when the chips are down

A year past now, caw dead and L gone
If I should die, ride a G through the hood with pride
Police waitin’ for a statement
Now
Down
But it ain't that easy to get mine
Down
Now
Down
Down
You gotta lose all feelin'
It was either that or the state pen
And when the chips are down
So think about that before you make your songs dick
Magazines wanna know where they fuck L.A been
Gon' stop lettin' that steering peel on the block, why not?
Now
The paint is peelin’
Or lose a limb, please don’t get me confused with him
I’m signed to the doctor, I ain’t got no patience
And I’m sick, bought chopper with a long click
Down
I heard 9 shots , I’m face down with my heart pacing
If a niggas steal from me it’s the steel I pop
Now
And when the chips are down

You gotta lose all feelin'
Down
I woke up out of that coma
2001 I was playin' my play-station

But now I’m grown, millionaires on my cell phone
'Cuz of the way I shine
You gotta lose all feelin'
For that platinum niggas’ll blows ya brains out, shit
Now
The paint is peelin’

Now
All I could think about as hidin’ my gun and my drugs in the basement
You gotta lose all feelin'

Let another nigga fill my spot
Your head goes round and round
It’s amazing the way that boy came out quick

Down
Every strip, block, and projects is on my side
Your head goes round and round
Your head goes round and round
It almost died in the same car sure got grazed in

I borrowed his G-Units to walk through the matrix
Now
Me and my right hand share the same outfit