And you fall out the car and try to crawl with one arm
You got balls? We can see how large, when the music stops
If my funeral's tomorrow wonder would they even call?
If there ain't shit for me to feed off, I'm see saw battlin'
The more y'all breathe shit the more I moves
I'm allergic to dyin', you think not?
Ludacris told me to throw them bows
'Fore I put some wack shit out
To awake neighbors for acres
To these kids, psyche}
Let's see, how many of your men loyal?
I was happy havin' a deal at first
When we confuse hip-hop with real life, when the music stops
Now I'm in the hospital with a broken nose and a fractured elbow
It's Hill Street, this is hardcore blues
But there's way too much at stake for me to be fake
Tossed in the paddy wagon, braggin' about how you shouted
If I was you niggaz, I'd run while given a chance
There's too much on my plate, I came way
Man, I hate this crap
Could never be the lead off batter
The only way I'm leavin' this bitch, is suicide
Fucked up haircut, listened to Jodeci
Just twist me off, see me leap out, pull a piece out
Hug the floor while we playin' tug of war with your life
I'm not what you think
Deliver that shit that coroner's like
Transvestite in the front, Eddie Murphy in the back
"What the fuck, you take me for a joke? You smokin crack?"
This ain't rap, this is crazy the way we act
I spark willingly, with a Dillinger in the dark diligently
Fuck shootin' I'm just tryin to knock his teeth out
If I were to die murdered in cold blood tomorrow
Death itself, it can hurt me
Michael Jackson who gon' tell me I ain't Mike?
Like a coward, bullets devoured you, showered you niggaz
Too far in this game to turn and walk away
With Hennessey, got drunk then I finished it
When the Uzi pop you better drop, when the music stop
Or make the news, betcha all y'all move
Would you feel sorrow or show love or would it matter?
Talk is cheap, motherfucker, if you really feelin' froggish leap
Nigga, you're a goner at night when the music stops
Just the thought of dyin' alone that really irks me
I'm every nigga's favorite arch enemy
Yo slim, you gon' let him get away with that?
In the dark my dogs all bark like Woof!
I'll murder you, I gauge and have me turn into a mad man
Son of Sam bitch, I'm surgical
It hurts when you see your friends turn their back on you, dog
But we, as entertainers have a responsibility
Fuck a tour and a mike, I'd rather fuck a whore with a knife
Y'all don't want war, y'all want talk
Instigators, turn pits in cages
Put a gun to rap, check in all our dues, nigga
Beggin' with their hands out, checkin' for your record when it's sellin'
I just want my face in a paper
Proof nigga I'ma wolf, get your whole roof
You ain't worthy to speak thoughts of cheap talk
When I pull up lookin' for you with a pistol, sippin' a can of Penz oil
I can't stay away from a razor
And you're stressed from the calls of your new friends
He tried to play you, you can't let him skate with that
NWA said, "Fuck the Police," Now I'm in jail
'Fore I do that, I'd beg Mariah to take me back
You hype poppin' shit in broad daylight
Y'all steady tryin' to drown a shark
Be smart and stop tryin' to walk how G's walk before we spark
Let loose and bit the neighbors, wrist to razors
Brain's confused, been fucked since the fifth grade
No girls, just the gin you drink, till your car spin you think
Ain't gon' do nothin' but piss me off, lid to the can of whip ass
And you ain't got nuttin' left but your word and your balls
And not say what I got to say
Damn, when you slam into the wall
Marilyn Manson, I dyed my hair blue and grew some titties
I have died clinically, arrived back at my enemies' crib
Physically fitted to be the most dangerous nigga with beef
I'm revved up, who said what, when lead bust
When the music stops
M.O.P. had me grimy and gritty
I wish a nigga had a grenade to squeeze tight
Ninety three was strictly R and B
Thought money would make me happy but it only made my pain worse
I appear to be fucked up, mentally endangered
Your head just explode with red stuff, I'm handcuffed
Understand, I can enhance the spirit of man
Voices in my head, I'm goin' in shock
Ain't no gettin' rid of McVeigh, if so you woulda tried
I'm tryin' to smack this one out the park, five thousand mark
Music has changed my life in so many ways
I'm 'bout to lose it all in a pool of alcohol
When it ain't, that's the end, no laughs, no friends
Flyin' down Sunset smokin' crack
I'll get up 'fore I get down, run myself in the ground
Fuck with me now, bitch, let's see you freestyle
Stomp the booth, shake the floor tiles loose
Caved in like reindeer hoofs
LL told me to, "Rock the Bells"
Ass cheeks painted white, fuckin' Priscilla tonight
