Music, reality, sometimes it's hard to tell the difference, but we as entertainers have a responsibility to these kids, it's hype. If I were to die murdered in cold blood tomorrow, would you feel sorrow or show love or would it matter? You'll be the lead off batter if they ain't *** 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, I done came way too far in this game to turn and walk away and not say what I got to say, what the *** you take me for, a joke, you smoking crack, before I do that I beg Mariah to take me back, I'll get up before I get down, run myself in the ground before I put some wack *** out, I'm tryna smack this one out the park, 5,000 mark, y'all steady tryna drown this shark, ain't gonna do nothing but piss me off, lid to the can of whip-ass just twist me off, see me leap out, pull a piece out, *** shooting I'm just tryna knock his teeth out, *** with me now bitch, I'll see you freestyle, talk is cheap, mother***er if you really feeling froggish, leap, yo slim, you gon' let him get away with that, he try to play you, you can't let him skate with that, man I hate this ***, 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 getting rid of it bae, if so you would've tried, the only way I'm leaving this bitch is suicide, I have died clinically, I ride back at my enemies crib with Hennessy, got drunk then I finish it, I'm every niggas 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 ***ed 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 await neighbors for acres, I murder you, I gauge and have me turn into a mad man, send a sound bitch, I'm surgical, I'm allergic to dying, you think not, you got balls, we can see how large, when the music stops, I was happy having to deal at first, thought money would make me happy, but it only made my pain worse, it hurts when you see your friends turn your back on you dawg, and you ain't got nothing left but your word and your balls, or your stress from the calls of your new friends, begging with they hands out, checking for your record when it's selling, when it ain't, that's the end, no laughs, no friends, no girls, just the gin you drink, till your car spin, you think, damn, but you slam into the wall, and you fall out the car and try to crawl with one arm, about to lose it all in a pool of alcohol, if my funeral's tomorrow, wonder what they even call when the music stops, niggas see how many of your men loyal, when I pull up looking for you with a pistol, sipping a can of Pennzoil, I'm revved up, who said what, with lead brushed, your head just explode with red stuff, I'm handcuffed, tossed in a paddy wagon, ragging about how you shouted like a coward, bullets devoured, you showered, you niggas, if I was you niggas, I'd run while giving a chance, understand, I can enhance 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 playing tug of war with your life, *** the tour and the mic, I'd rather *** a *** with a knife, deliver that *** that coroner's like, you hype bopping *** in broad daylight, nigga you a goner at night, when the music stops, instigators, turn pits in cages, let loose and bit the neighbors, Mr. Razors, y'all don't want war, y'all want talk, in the dark, my dogs all bark like hoof, woof, nigga I'm a wolf, get your whole roof, caved in like reindeer hoof, stump the booth, shake the floor tiles loose, the more y'all breach, the more I lose, it's hill street, this is hardcore blues, put a gun to rap, check in all our dudes, or make the news, bet your oil 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 and ***ed since the 5th grade, LL told me to rock the bells, NWA said *** the police, now I'm in jail, 93 was strictly R&B, ***ed up haircut, listen to Jodeci, Michael Jackson, who gon' tell me I ain't Mike, ass cheeks painted white, ***ing Priscilla tonight, flying down sunset smoking 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, Chris told me to throw them bowls, now I'm in the hospital with a broken nose and a fractured elbow, voices in my head, I'm going in shock, I'm reaching for the clock but the music stops.