Fiend - Itch or Scratch lyrics

[Master P] n***as, see this one here? You see this one here? Goes out to every soldierette and every soldier Cross the motherf**in' board I don't give a f** where you from It's how you come If you want the hook up, this how it's goin' down Prime Suspect, Fiend, and Mac Y'all gonna feel this Chorus: X4 n***as get your scratch, b**hes get your paper Soldiers live life to the fullest fo' they take ya [Fiend] P, I wasn't made for this world I'm in it like lifetimes before mine For sure, crime, ya made me? Then grudgenly enslave me Yeah, ya paid me, but barely enough to meet my reach Took it from me, so all I got is Billboard reciepts To each, his own I thought my peace was with my chrome But is knowin' my homies souls, the rest are gone Hip is on, when my mama go to work for the early morn Rappin', but my extra muscle hustles for my unborn All alone, dealin' with some types of risk That n***a, Riley Smith, made murder, one hundred and fifth Now get this, how can I ease the pain? And if you got the hook up, put your boy, feet in the game (Uhh!) Chorus X2 [Mac] So what you want soldier? Close your eye, make a wish n***a tryin' to come up, is like tryin' to drown a fish When the drama run up, nobody wanna enlist Sun down, sun up, we handle minds like this Soldier rag, in this what the f**, lookin' and never shook Flip the wrong page on me, I'll close ya book Hold the po' for us, got the 5-0's to show for us Up in the backseat, we cuts loose, and up these handcuffs And spit, this for my n***a Meeks, still in the hood Told me to give him the hook up, sh** ain't lookin' that good I lay my live down, pray, god judge my heart Forgive me for sins, I was only playin' my part I've been to war before, but survival is never for sure Will I make a million bucks, or will they bury me poor? I never know, so I'm dessed up, when I walk the city streets To keep the heat, for peace I'm on the seat 21 at least n***a Chorus X2 Will your scratch get snatched in a murder cap? n***a snake crack, watch they own back, and it ain't about rap We bring the noise, lost boys with no cause Slangin' toys, for the fact, we jack and kidnap, we wanted by the big boys Man I was born in this world of sin I played the cards I was given, ain't got a quarter so I'm stuck in it Ghetto livin' still find time to smile through it all Prayin' up to the good lord, humbley yours And it hurt, cause the ooze man is pure at heart Got the game from the start, hopin' it don't tear me apart Young black deliquent with a ghetto smile He want it, I want it, I ain't the only n***a on it Only n***a hungry A trooper tryin' to make it better For me and mine, within my time So when they take my lifeline, don't trip, I lived it to the fullest And made every kind of man feel Glock wehn he pulled this Chorus till end