When The Chips Are Down

These niggaz wanna see me, 'cause of the way I shine

But it ain't that easy, to get mine, you get your ass lay downThe paint is peeling, when the chips are down

You gotta lose all feeling, your head goes round and roundFunny how the world revolves around my click

'Cause just a year ago, nigga ain't had shit

Me and my right hand share the same outfit

Which fuels the fire that I ear to game outwitIt's amazing the way that boy came up so quick

But that platinum niggaz will blow your brain out, shit

I'm the new nigga the others can't stand

The rubber band man, be goddamned if I canLet another nigga feel my spot

If a nigga steal from me, it's the steel I pop

I'm on my grind, so if you thought I chill I'm not

Won't stop letting the steering wheel peel the blockThe paint is peeling, when the chips are down

You gotta lose all feeling, your head goes round and round

The paint is peeling, when the chips are down

You gotta lose all feeling, your head goes round and roundBanks, they think I'm Yayo's replacement

Nah, I ball it's the G-unit walking through the matrix

I'm signed to the doctor, I ain't got no patience

So he put me with 50 cent, now I got a face-liftMagazines wanna know, where the fuck L.A. been

It almost died in the same car Suge got grazed in

2001, I was playing my PlayStation

And I heard 9 shots I'm faced down with my heart pacingAll I could think about was I had my guns

And my drugs in the basement

It was either that or the state pen

I woke up of the coma, police waiting for a statementThe paint is peeling, when the chips are down

You gotta lose all feeling, your head goes round and round

The paint is peeling, when the chips are down

You gotta lose all feeling, your head goes round and roundPass the weed, let a nigga get into his zone

Poppa left me all alone in the world to roam

But now I'm grown millionaires in my cell phone

A year past now God did and L goneAnd I'm sick boy, chopping with the wrong click

To think about that, before I let the song stick

Uh, who's a limp? Please don't get me confused with him

'Cause I'm down to going all round lose or winIf I should die ride the jeep through the little bride

Every strip block the projects is on my side

A ghetto's gone by the hundred grand on my arm

Sick boxing never hundred grand on my charm, you broke, niggaThe paint is peeling, when the chips are down

You gotta lose all feeling, your head goes round and round

The paint is peeling, when the chips are down

You gotta lose all feeling, your head goes round and round