Music, reality, sometimes its hard to tell the difference
But we as entertainers have a responsibility to these kids
Psych!
If I were to die murdered in cold blood tomorrow
Would you feel sorrow or show love
Or would it matter
Can never be the lead-off batter of things
S*** for me to feed off
Im see-saw battling
But theres way too much at stake for me to be fake
Theres too much on my plate
And I came way too far in this game to turn and walk away
And not say what I got to say
What the f*** you take me for? A joke? You smoking crack?
Before I do that, I beg Mariah to take me back
I get up for I get down, run myself in the ground,
For I put some wack s*** out
Im trying-a smack this one out the park, five-thousand mark
You all steady trying to drown the shark
Aint gonna do nothing but piss me off
Lid to the can of whoop a**, just twist me off
See me leap out, pull the piece out,
F*** shooting Im just trying to knock his teeth out
F*** with me now, b****, lets see you freestyle
Talk is cheap, motherf***er if youre really feeling froggish, leap
Yo slim, youre gonna let him get away with that?
He tried to play you, you cant let him scape with that
Man I hate this crap, this aint rap,
This is crazy the way we act
When we confuse hip-hop with real life when the music stops
There aint no getting rid of McVeigh
If so you wouldve tried
The only way Im leaving this b**** is suicide
I have died clinically, arrived back at my enemys crib with Hennessey,
Got drunk then I finished he
Im every n****s favorite arch-enemy.
Physically fitted to be the most dangerous n**** with beef
I spark willingly with a dillinger in the dark diligently
Im not what you think
I appear to be f***ed up
Mentally endangered
I cant stay away from a razor
I just want my face in a paper
I wish a n**** had a grenade to squeeze tight to awake neighbors for acres
I murder you
Danger had me turned into a mad man, son of Sam, b****, Im surgical
Ill allergic to dying, you think not? You got balls? We can see how large
When the music stops
I was happy having a deal at first
Thought money would make me happy but
It only made my pain worst,
It hurts when you see your friends turn their back on you dawg
When you aint got nothing left but your word and your balls
And youre stressed from the calls of your new friends
Beggin with they hands out
Checking for your record when its selling
When it aint, thats the end, no laughs
No friends no girl
Just the gin you drink till your car spin, you think
Damn!
You slam into the wall and you fall
Out the car, trying to crawl with one arm
About to lose it all in a pool of alcohol
If my funerals tomorrow, wonder if they would even call when the music stops
Lets see how many of your men loyal
When I pull up looking for you
With a pistol sipping on a can of pennzoil
Im revved up, who said what would lead bust your head would just explode
With red stuff Im hand cuffed tossed in the paddy wagon
Braggin about how you shot it like a coward, bullets devour you showered you
N****s, if I was you n****s, Ill run while given the chance
Understand I can enchance the spirit of man
Death itself, it cant hurt me, just the thought of dying alone that really
Irks me, you aint worthy to speak thoughts of cheap talk
Be smart and stop trying to walk how gs walk before we spark
Hug the floor while we plan tug-o-war with your life, f*** the tour and the mic
Ill rather f*** a whore with a knife, deliver that s*** the coroners like
You high hype poppin s*** in broad day light n**** your a gonna at night
When the music stops
Instigators, turn pits in cages
Let loose and bit the neighbors wrist to razors
You all dont want war, you want talk
In the dark my dogs all bark like woof
Proof n**** Im a wolf, get your whole roof
Caved in like reindeer hoofs
Stomped the roof shake the floor tiles loose
The more you all breach, the more I moves
This hill street, this is hardcore blues
Put a gun to rap checking all our jewels (n****)
Or make the news betcha all you all move
When the Uzi pop, you better drop when the music stop
Musics changed my life in so many ways
Brains confused and f***ed since the 5th grade
LL told me to rock the bells
N-W-A said f*** the police
Now Im in jail
93 was strictly R&B
F***ed up hair cut
Listen to Jodeci
Michael Jackson, who gonna tell me I aint Mike
A** cheeks painted white
F***ing Priscella at night
Flying down sunset smoking crack
Transvestite in the front
Eddi Murphy in the back
M-O-P had me grimey and griddy
Marilyn Manson, I dyed my hair blue
And grew some titties
Ludacris told me to throw them bows
Now Im in the hospital
Broken nose and a fractured elbow
Voices in my head, Im going in shock,
Im reaching for the glock but the music stops