B.O.B. - Double Or Nothing (Ft. Big Boi)

They say the good die young
I guess I'll be here forever
Step away from the edge
The edge is closer than ever
Skeletons in my closet


I'll never live to regret them
So if you looking for mercy
You came in the wrong direction
I came from a different creed
Bred from a different breed
Fingers in demolition, this mix is twisted with greed
Oh, the irony of a bleeding heart while it beats
‘Cause in the heart of the city
The blood is shed in the streets
Shed in the streets, my city all chose geek to the beat
And I'm gonna skip to the little, my darling
No surrender, never retreat
I'm never gonna see the light at the end of the tunnel
Only darkness, it's just me guarding a heartless partner
Bull's eye target
So fuck the devil's carter, today I'm just slitting throats
Just like a table full of spades players
We taking out the joker – ers, gotta smoke
Seals daddy, big ole bag of blunts
‘Cause it's faster and more… I brought, run

It's double or nothing
They're firing from the dark
They're firing from the dark
It's double or nothing
They're tryina go to war
Well I see that Johnny has it in the cool zone

You think I look like slipping
Not a chance, man
Got triggers on the clock
Bitch it's hammer time
On the part of the map where anything can happen
You either end up strapping
Or end up pushing any light
So call up every lamps
I take a picture that cameras can't I got ammo for your … change the channel, yo
‘Cause if we have to turn up we got everything else
In the cattle ranch with the beef lovers
We brothers don't take no shit
Like septic tanks and toilet seat covers
Meat lovers but only chicken and sea food
Stay feeding on bottom feeders 'cause they fear, too, I'm hungry
Matter of fact I think I'm starving, it's the army
But never lonely, army of two, me and my homie bobbing
Weaving, it's the killing season
We leave them partly breathing
So bring the extraction team and ghost

It's double or nothing
They're firing from the dark
They're firing from the dark
It's double or nothing
They're tryina go to war
Well I see that Johnny has it in the cool zone

The heat of the summer, the height of the storm
The belly of the beast, the stomach, the fires are warm
The higher the prices, the higher the warning
Couldn't dodge them bullets if you hired an army
Whenever a soldier dies, a fighter is born
I used to think this type of lifestyle was the bomb
Until they wire one on me
I never grabbed a gun until they fire one on me
It's nothing like surviving a gauntlet
Survival of the fittest and boy, you're fit to lead
I make you bleed your own blood, visit the emergency
Wrong, they sent you down straight to the morgue
So you lay down in that bag where you eternally snore
You see the fat lady done sung that song
Like a change gonna come, 'cause boy you're headed to the funeral home
And now the only way you're coming back
Is if you reset the game, consoled and that's whack

It's double or nothing
They're firing from the dark
They're firing from the dark
It's double or nothing
They're tryina go to war
Well I see that Johnny has it in the cool zone