When The Music Stops Lyrics

music reality sometimes its
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
can never be the
leadoff batter of things
shit for me to feed off
im seesaw battling
but theres way too much
at stake for me to be fake
theres too much on my plate
and i 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
before i do that i beg
mariah to take me back
i get up for i get down
run myself in the ground

for i put some wack shit out
im tryinga smack this
one out the park fivethousand mark
you all steady trying to drown the shark
aint gonna do nothing but piss me off
lid to the can of whoop
ass just twist me off
see me leap out pull the piece out
fuck shooting im just
trying to knock his teeth out
fuck with me now bitch
lets see you freestyle
talk is cheap motherfucker if
youre really feeling froggish leap
yo slim youre gonna let
him get away with that
he tried to play you you
cant let him scape with that
man i hate this crap this aint rap
this is crazy the way we act
when we confuse hiphop with
real life when the music stops
there aint no getting rid of mcveigh
if so you wouldve tried
the only way im leaving
this bitch is suicide
i have died clinically arrived
back at my enemys crib with hennessey
got drunk then i finished he

im every niggas favorite archenemy
physically fitted to be the
most dangerous nigga with beef
i spark willingly with a
dillinger in the dark diligently
im not what you think
i appear to be fucked up
mentally endangered
i cant 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
i murder you
danger had me turned into a mad
man son of sam bitch im surgical
ill 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 worst
it hurts when you see your
friends turn their back on you dawg
when you aint got nothing
left but your word and your balls
and youre stressed from
the calls of your new friends
beggin with they hands out
checking for your record when its selling
when it aint thats the end no laughs
no friends no girl
just the gin you drink
till your car spin you think
damn!

you slam into the wall and you fall
out the car trying to crawl with one arm
about to lose it all in a pool of alcohol
if my funerals tomorrow wonder if
they would even call when the music stops
lets see how many of your men loyal
when i pull up looking for you
with a pistol sipping on a can of pennzoil
im revved up who said what
would lead bust your head would just explode
with red stuff im hand cuffed
tossed in the paddy wagon
braggin about how you shot it like
a coward bullets devour you showered you
niggas if i was you niggas
ill run while given the chance
understand i can enchance the spirit of man
death itself it cant hurt me
just the thought of
dying alone that really
irks me you aint worthy
to speak thoughts of cheap talk
be smart and stop trying to
walk how gs walk before we spark
hug the floor while we
plan tugowar with your life
fuck the tour and the mic
ill rather fuck a whore with
a knife deliver that
shit the coroners like
you high hype poppin shit
in broad day light nigga
your a gonna at night
when the music stops

instigators turn pits in cages
let loose and bit the
neighbors wrist to razors
you all dont want war you want talk
in the dark my dogs
all bark like woof
proof nigga im a wolf
get your whole roof
caved in like reindeer hoofs
stomped the roof shake
the floor tiles loose
the more you all breach the more i moves
this hill street
this is hardcore blues
put a gun to rap
checking all our jewels nigga
or make the news
betcha all you all move
when the uzi pop you
better drop when the music stop
musics changed my
life in so many ways
brains confused and
fucked since the 5th grade
ll told me to rock the bells
nwa said fuck the police
now im in jail
93 was strictly r&b
fucked up hair cut
listen to jodeci
michael jackson who
gonna tell me i aint mike

ass cheeks painted white
fucking priscella at night
flying down sunset smoking crack
transvestite in the front
eddi murphy in the back
mop had me grimey and griddy
marilyn manson i dyed my hair blue
and grew some titties
ludacris told me
to throw them bows
now im in the hospital
broken nose and a fractured elbow
voices in my head im going in shock
im reaching for the
glock but the music stops