When The Music Stops

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, murd3red in cold blood tomorrow

Would you feel sorrow, or show love, or would it matter?

Could never be the lead-off batter

If there ain't sx1t 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 fvxk you take me for, a joke? You smokin' craxk?

'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 sx1t out

I'm tryna smaxk this one out the park—five-thousand mark

Y'all steady tryna drown a shark

Ain't gon' do nothin' but p1ss me off

Lid to the can of whip-axs, just twist me off

See me leap out, pull a piece out

Fvxk shootin', I'm just tryna knock his teeth out

Fvxk with me now, b1xch—let's see you freestyle

Talk is cheap

Motherfvxker, 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 '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

Ain't no gettin' rid of McVay, if so, you would've tried

The only way I'm leavin' this b1xch is suicide

I have died clinically

Arrived back at my enemy's crib with Hennessy

Got drunk then I finished him

I'm every n1xxa's favorite archenemy

Physically fitted to be the most dangerous n1xxa with beef

I spark willingly, with a Dillinger in the dark, diligently

I'm not what you think

I appear to be fvxked up, mentally endangered

I can't stay away from a razor

I just want my face in a paper

I wish a n1xxa had a grenade to squeeze tight to awake neighbors for acres

I'll murd3r you, I gauge and have me turn into

A mad man, Son of Sam, b1xch, 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, \"Daxn!\" 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 n1xxas

If I was you n1xxas, 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

Fvxk a tour and a mic, I'd rather fvxk a whore with a knife

Deliver that sx1t that coroners like

You hype poppin' sx1t in broad daylight, n1xxa, 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, n1xxa, 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, sx1t, the more I moves

It's Hill Street—this is hardcore blues

Put a gun to rap, check in all our dues, n1xxa

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 fvxked since the 5th grade

LL told me to rock the bells

N.W.A said \"Fvxk tha Police\", now I'm in jail

'93 was strictly R&B

Fvxked up haircut, listened to Jodeci

Michael Jackson—who gon' tell me I ain't Mike?

Axs cheeks painted white, fvxkin' Priscilla tonight

Flyin' down Sunset, sm0kin' craxk

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

[00:01.515]Music, reality

[00:06.896]Sometimes it's hard to tell the difference

[00:10.553]But we as entertainers have a responsibility to these kids

[00:19.069]Psych!

[00:20.062]If I, were to die, murd3red in cold blood tomorrow

[00:23.589]Would you feel sorrow, or show love, or would it matter?

[00:26.227]Could never be the lead-off batter

[00:27.820]If there ain't sx1t for me to feed off, I'm see-saw battlin'

[00:30.459]But there's way too much at stake for me to be fake

[00:33.411]There's too much on my plate

[00:34.691]I done came way too far in this game to turn and walk away

[00:38.060]And not say what I got to say

[00:40.020]What the fvxk you take me for, a joke? You smokin' craxk?

[00:43.154]'Fore I do that, I'd beg Mariah to take me back

[00:46.054]I'll get up 'fore I get down, run myself in the ground

[00:49.006]'Fore I put some wack sx1t out

[00:50.312]I'm tryna smaxk this one out the park—five-thousand mark

[00:53.499]Y'all steady tryna drown a shark

[00:55.641]Ain't gon' do nothin' but p1ss me off

[00:57.522]Lid to the can of whip-axs, just twist me off

[01:00.160]See me leap out, pull a piece out

[01:02.119]Fvxk shootin', I'm just tryna knock his teeth out

[01:04.679]Fvxk with me now, b1xch—let's see you freestyle

[01:07.082]Talk is cheap

[01:07.866]Motherfvxker, if you really feelin' froggish, leap

[01:10.426]Yo, Slim, you gon' let him get away with that?

[01:13.038]He tried to play you, you can't let him 'scape with that

[01:15.520]Man, I hate this crap

[01:16.852]This ain't rap, this is crazy, the way we act

[01:19.360]When we confuse hip-hop with real life when the music stops

[01:21.920]Ain't no gettin' rid of McVay, if so, you would've tried

[01:24.872]The only way I'm leavin' this b1xch is suicide

[01:27.353]I have died clinically

[01:28.503]Arrived back at my enemy's crib with Hennessy

[01:31.220]Got drunk then I finished him

[01:32.735]I'm every n1xxa's favorite archenemy

[01:35.216]Physically fitted to be the most dangerous n1xxa with beef

[01:38.168]I spark willingly, with a Dillinger in the dark, diligently

[01:41.669]I'm not what you think

[01:42.687]I appear to be fvxked up, mentally endangered

[01:45.691]I can't stay away from a razor

[01:47.651]I just want my face in a paper

[01:49.531]I wish a n1xxa had a grenade to squeeze tight to awake neighbors for acres

[01:53.528]I'll murd3r you, I gauge and have me turn into

[01:55.749]A mad man, Son of Sam, b1xch, I'm surgical

[01:58.544]I'm allergic to dyin'—you think not?

[02:00.842]You got balls? We can see how large, when the music stops

[02:03.429]I was happy havin' a deal at first

[02:05.205]Thought money would make me happy

[02:06.694]But it only made my pain worse

[02:08.653]It hurts when you see your friends turn their back on you, dawg

[02:11.318]And you ain't got nothin' left but your word and your balls

[02:13.773]And you're stressed from the calls of your new friends

[02:15.941]Beggin' with their hands out

[02:17.300]Checkin' for your record when it's sellin'

[02:18.893]When it ain't, that's the end: no laughs, no friends

[02:21.505]No girls, just the gin you drink 'til your car spin

[02:23.961]You think, \"Daxn!\" when you slam into the wall and you fall

[02:26.678]Out the car and try to crawl with one arm

[02:28.820]I'm 'bout to lose it all in a pool of alcohol

[02:31.066]If my funeral's tomorrow, wonder would they even call?

[02:33.783]When the music stops

[02:34.358]Let's see how many of your men loyal

[02:36.212]When I pull up lookin' for you with a pistol sippin' a can of Pennzoil

[02:40.078]I'm revved up, who said what when lead bust?

[02:42.534]Your head just explode with red stuff

[02:44.310]I'm handcuffed, tossed in the paddy-wagon

[02:46.740]Braggin' about how you shouted like a coward

[02:48.464]Bullets devoured you, showered you n1xxas

[02:50.240]If I was you n1xxas, I'd run while given a chance

[02:52.722]Understand, I can enhance the spirit of man

[02:55.229]Death itself, it can't hurt me

[02:56.901]Just the thought of dyin' alone that really irks me

[02:59.487]You ain't worthy to speak thoughts of cheap talk

[03:02.073]Be smart and stop tryna walk how Gs walk before we spark

[03:05.417]Hug the floor while we playin' tug-of-war wit' your life

[03:07.820]Fvxk a tour and a mic, I'd rather fvxk a whore with a knife

[03:10.433]Deliver that sx1t that coroners like

[03:12.392]You hype poppin' sx1t in broad daylight, n1xxa, you're a goner at night (When the music stops)

[03:16.232]Instigators turn pits in cages

[03:18.635]Let loose and bit the neighbors, wrist to razors

[03:21.221]Y'all don't want war, y'all want talk

[03:23.598]In the dark, my dogs all bark like, \"Woof!\"

[03:26.420]Proof, n1xxa, I'm a wolf

[03:28.379]Get your whole roof caved in like reindeer hooves

[03:31.487]Stomp the booth, shake the floor tiles loose

[03:33.864]The more y'all breathe, sx1t, the more I moves

[03:36.503]It's Hill Street—this is hardcore blues

[03:39.220]Put a gun to rap, check in all our dues, n1xxa

[03:41.962]Or make the news, bet you all y'all move

[03:43.922]When the Uzi pop, you better drop when the music stop

[03:47.109]Music has changed my life in so many ways

[03:49.799]Brain's confused, been fvxked since the 5th grade

[03:52.673]LL told me to rock the bells

[03:54.344]N.W.A said \"Fvxk tha Police\", now I'm in jail

[03:57.688]'93 was strictly R&B

[03:59.778]Fvxked up haircut, listened to Jodeci

[04:02.704]Michael Jackson—who gon' tell me I ain't Mike?

[04:05.133]Axs cheeks painted white, fvxkin' Priscilla tonight

[04:07.902]Flyin' down Sunset, sm0kin' craxk

[04:09.966]Transvestite in the front, Eddie Murphy in the back

[04:13.048]M.O.P. had me grimy and gritty

[04:15.138]Marilyn Manson, I dyed my hair blue and grew some titties

[04:18.299]Ludacris told me to throw them bows

[04:20.336]Now I'm in the hospital with a broken nose and a fractured elbow

[04:23.993]Voices in my head, I'm goin' in shock

[04:26.109]I'm reachin' for the Glock, but the music stops