Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Tip The Scale, artist - The Roots. Album song Undun, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 31.12.2010
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: The Island Def Jam
Song language: English
Tip The Scale |
| Homicide or suicide, heads or tails |
| Some think life is a living hell |
| Some live life just living well |
| I live life tryna tip the scale |
| My way |
| My way |
| My way |
| My way |
| Yo, I’m always early, I never take off |
| Cause I got a job, rob Peter to pay Paul |
| Now I realize it’s the winner that takes all |
| Do what I gotta do because I can’t take loss |
| Picture me living life as if I’m some animal |
| That consumes its own dreams like I’m a cannibal |
| I won’t accept failure unless it’s mechanical |
| But still the alcohol mixed with the botanical |
| I guess I be referred to the owners manual full of loners |
| Full of all the homeless throwaways and the stoners |
| Soldiers of the streets with 8th grade diplomas |
| And the world awaiting their shoulders as a bonus |
| Look, let he without sin live without sin |
| Until then, I’ll be doing dirty jobs like swamp men |
| Counting the faces of those that I might have been |
| It’s like living that life, but I won’t live that life again |
| Homicide or suicide, heads or tails |
| Some think life is a living hell |
| Some live life just living well |
| I live life tryna tip the scale |
| My way |
| My way |
| My way |
| My way |
| Lot of niggas go to prison, how many come out Malcolm X? |
| I know I’m not, shit, can’t even talk about the rest |
| Famous last words: «You under arrest» |
| Will I get popped tonight? |
| It’s anybody’s guess |
| I guess, a nigga need to stay cunning |
| I guess when the cops coming, need to start running |
| I won’t make the same mistakes from my last run-in |
| You either done doing crime now or you done in |
| I got a brother on the run, and one in |
| Wrote me a letter, he said, «When you coming?» |
| Shit man, I thought the goal’s to stay out |
| Back against the wall, then shoot your way out |
| Getting money’s a style that never plays out |
| 'til you in a box and your stash money’s paid out |
| The scales of justice ain’t equally weighed out |
| Only two ways out, digging tunnels or digging graves out |
| Homicide or suicide, heads or tails |
| Some think life is a living hell |
| Some live life just living well |
| I live life tryna tip the scale |
| My way |
| My way |
| My way |
| My way |
| Homicide or suicide, heads or tails |
| Some think life is a living hell |
| Some live life just living well |
| I live life tryna tip the scale |
| My way |
| My way |
| My way |