Music, reality, sometimes it's 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 Shit for me to feed off I'm see-saw battling But there's 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 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 shit out I'm trying-a smack this one out the park, five-thousand mark You all steady trying to drown the shark Ain't gonna do nothing but piss me off Lid to the can of whoop ass, just twist me off See me leap out, pull the piece out, Fuck shooting 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're 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 would've tried The only way I'm leaving this bitch is suicide I have died clinically, arrived back at my enemy's crib with Hennessey, Got drunk then I finished he I'm every niggas favorite arch-enemy. Physically fitted to be the most dangerous nigga with beef I spark willingly with a dillinger in the dark diligently
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 nigga 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'll 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 ain't got nothing left but your word and your balls And you're stressed from the calls of your new friends Beggin' with they hands out Checking for your record when its selling When it ain't, that's 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 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 your head would just explode With red stuff I'm hand cuffed tossed in the paddy wagon Braggin about how you shot it like a coward, bullets devour you showered you Niggas, if I was you 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 Irks me, you 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 tug-o-war with your 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 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 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 you all breach, the more I moves This hill street, this is hardcore blues Put a gun to rap checking all our jewels (nigga) Or make the news betcha all you all 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 N-W-A said fuck the police
Now I'm in jail 93 was strictly R&B Fucked up hair cut Listen to Jodeci Michael Jackson, who gonna tell me I ain't Mike Ass cheeks painted white Fucking 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 bow's 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