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

murdered 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 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 smoking 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 nothing but piss me off

lid to the can of whip-ass

just twist me off

see me leap out

pull a piece out

fuck shooting

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 skate 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 getting rid of mcvay

if so

you would've tried

the only way i'm leaving this bitch is suicide

i have died clinically

arrived back at my enemies' 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 neighbours for acres

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 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 worse

it hurts when you see your friends

turn their back on you

dawg

and you ain't got nothing left but your word and your balls

and you're stressed from the calls of your new friends

begging with their 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!" when you slam into the wall