Music reality
sometimes
it's hard to tell the difference
But we as entertainers
have a responsibility
to these kids
Psyche
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 Shit for me to
feed off I'm see saw battlin
But theres way too much at stake
for me to be fake
There's 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 fuck you take me for
a joke
you smokin 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 shit out
I'm tryina smack
this one out the park
five thousand mark
Ya'll steady tryin to drown
the shark
Ain't gonna do nothin but
piss me off
Lid to the can of whoop ass
just twist me off See me leap out
pull the piece out
fuck shootin i'm just trying
to knock his teeth out
Fuck with me now
bitch let's see you freestyle
Talk is cheap
motherfucker if you're really
feeling froggish leap
Yo slim you gonna
let him get away with that
He tried to play you
you can't
let him 'scape with that
Man I hate this crap
this ain't rap
This is crazy the way we act
When we confuse hip hop
with real
life when the music stops
There ain't no getting
rid of McVeigh
If so you woulda tried
The only way
I'm leavin this bitch is suicide
I have died clinically
arrived back at my enemy's
crib with hennesy
Got drunk then I finished
he I'm every nigga's
favorite arch enemy
Physically fitted to be the most
dangerous nigga with beef
I spark willingly
with a dillinger in the dark
dilligently
I'm not what you think
I appear to be fucked up
Mentally endangered
I can't stay away from a razor
I just want my face in a paper
I wish a nigger 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, bitch I'm surgical
I'l allergic to dyin
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 u see ur friends
turn their back on u dawg
When u ain't
got nothing left but ur word
and ur balls N ur stress
full of cause
Of ur new friends they beggin
with their hands out
Checking for ur record when
its selling
When it aint that's the end
no laughs No friends no girl
Just the gin u drink till
u car spin u then
Damn
U slam into the wall and u fall
Out the car
trying to crawl with one arm
About to lose it all in a
pool of alcohol
If my funeral's tomorrow
wonder if they would even call
when the music stops
Let's see how many of
your men loyal
When i pull up looking for you
With a pistol sipping
on a can of pennzoil
I'm revved up
who said what would lead bust
ur head would
just explode With red stuff
i'm hand cuffed tossed in the
paddy wagon
Braggin about how u
shot it like a coward
bullets devour you
showered you Niggars
if i was u niggas
i'll run while given the chance
Understand i can enchance the
spirit of man
Death itself it can't hurt me
just the thought of
dying alone that really Hurts me
u ain't worthy to
speak thoughts of cheap talk
Be smart and stop trying to
walk how g's walk
before we spark
Hug the floor while we
plan to the war with ur life
fuck the tour and the mic
I'll rather
fuck a whore with a knife
deliver that
shit the coroner's like
You high hype poppin' shit in
broad day light
nigga ur a gonna at night
When The Music Stops
Instigators turn pits in cages
Let loose and bit
the neighbours wrist to razors
Ya'll don't want war
you want talk
In the dark my dogs
all bark like woof
Proof nigga I'm a wolf
get your whole roof
Caved in like reindeer hoofs
Stomped the roof shake
the floor tiles loose
The more ya'll breach
the more I moves
This hell street
this is hardcore blues
Put a gun to rap checking
all our jewels
Or make the news
betcha all ya'll move
When the uzi pop you better drop
when the music stop
Music's changed
my life in so many ways
Brains confused and
fucked since the 5th grade
LL told me to rock the bells
NWA said fuck the police
Now i'm in jail 93 was
strictly R&B
Fucked up hair cut
Listen to Jodeci
Michael Jackson
who go tell me i'm Mike
Ass cheeks painted white
Fucking Presilla at night
Flying down sunset smoking crack
Transvestite in the
front Eddi Murphy in the back
MOP had me grindy and griddy
Marilyn Manson
i dyed my hair blue
And grew some titties
Ludacris told me to
throw them bows
Now i'm in the hospital
Broken nose and a fractured elbow
Voices in my head
i'm going in shock
I'm reaching for the glock
but the music stops