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Music, reality: sometimes it's hard to tell the difference | But we as entertainers have a responsibility to these kids | Psych
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, show love, or would it matter? Could never be the lead-off batter If there ain't shit for me to feed off, I'm see-saw battlin' But there's way too much at stake for me to be fake There's too much on my plate I done 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? 'Fore I do that, I'd beg Mariah to take me back I'll get up 'fore I get down, run myself in the ground 'Fore I put some wack shit out I'm tryna smack this one out the park, five-thousand mark Y'all steady tryna drown a shark Ain't gon' do nothin' but piss me off Lid to the can of whip-ass, just twist me off See me leap out, pull a piece out Fuck shootin', I'm just tryna knock his teeth out Fuck with me now, bitch, let's see you freestyle Talk is cheap Motherfucker, if you really feelin' froggish, leap "Yo, Slim, you gon' let him get away with that? He tried to play you, you can't let him escape 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 Ain't no gettin' rid of McVay, if so, you would've tried The only way I'm leavin' this bitch is suicide I have died clinically Arrived back at my enemy's crib with Hennessy Got drunk then I finished him I'm every nigga's favorite archenemy 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 (Bah) I'll murder you, I gauge and have me turn into A mad man, Son of Sam, bitch, I'm surgical I'm allergic to dyin', you think not? You got balls? We can see how large, when the music stops I was happy havin' a deal at first Thought money would make me happy But it only made my pain worse It hurts when you see your friends turn their back on you, dawg And you ain't got nothin' left but your word and your balls And you're stressed from the calls of your new friends Beggin' with their hands out Checkin' for your record when it's sellin' When it ain't, that's the end: no laughs, no friends No girls, just the gin you drink 'til your car spin You think, "Damn" when you slam into the wall and you fall Out the car and try to crawl with one arm I'm 'bout to lose it all in a pool of alcohol If my funeral's tomorrow, wonder would they even call? When the music stops Let's see how many of your men loyal When I pull up lookin' for you with a pistol sippin' a can of Pennzoil I'm revved up; who said what when lead bust? Your head just explode with red stuff I'm handcuffed, tossed in the paddy-wagon Braggin' about how you shouted like a coward Bullets devoured you, showered you niggas If I was you niggas, I'd run while given a chance Understand, I can enhance the spirit of man Death itself, it can't hurt me Just the thought of dyin' alone that really irks me You ain't worthy to speak thoughts of cheap talk Be smart and stop tryna walk how Gs walk before we spark Hug the floor while we playin' tug-of-war wit' your life Fuck a tour and a mic, I'd rather fuck a whore with a knife (Ah) Deliver that shit that coroners like You hype poppin' shit in broad daylight, nigga, you're a goner at night When the music stops Instigators turn pits in cages Let loose and bit the neighbors, wrist to razors Y'all don't want war, y'all 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 hooves Stomp the booth, shake the floor tiles loose The more y'all breathe, shit, the more I moves It's Hill Street, this is hardcore blues Put a gun to rap, check in all our dues, nigga Or make the news, bet you all y'all move When the Uzi pop, you better drop when the music stop Music has changed my life in so many ways Brain's confused, been fucked since the 5th grade LL told me to rock the bells N.W.A said "Fuck tha Police," now I'm in jail '93 was strictly R&B Fucked up haircut, listened to Jodeci Michael Jackson, who gon' tell me I ain't Mike? Ass cheeks painted white, fuckin' Priscilla tonight Flyin' down Sunset, smokin' crack Transvestite in the front, Eddie Murphy in the back M.O.P. had me grimy and gritty Marilyn Manson, I dyed my hair blue and grew some titties Ludacris told me to throw them bows Now I'm in the hospital with a broken nose and a fractured elbow Voices in my head, I'm goin' in shock I'm reachin' for the Glock, but the music stops
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