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Music, reality, sometimes it´s hard to tell the difference
but we as entertainers have a responsibility to these kids


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 lead-off batter of things
shit for me to feed off
i´m see-saw battlin
but theres way too much at stake for me to be fake
there´s 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 smokin 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
I´m tryin-a smack this one out the park, five-thousand mark, ya´ll steady tryin to drown the shark
ain´t gonna do nothin but piss me off
lid to the can of whoop ass, just twist me off
see me leap out, pull the piece out, fuck shootin i´m just trying to knock his teeth out
fuck with me now, bitch, let´s see you freestyle
talk is cheap, motherfucker if you´re really feeling froggish, leap
yo slim, you gonna 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


There ain´t no getting rid of McVeigh
If so you woulda tried
the only way I´m leavin this bitch is suicide
I have died clinically, arrived back at my enemy´s crib with hennesy, got drunk then I finished he
I´m every nigga´s favorite arch-enemy. Physically fitted to be the most dangerous nigga with beef
I spark willingly with a dillinger in the dark dilligently
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 the paper
I wish a nigger had a grenade to squeeze tight to awake neighbors for acres
I murder you
{?? I danger I returning to ??} a mad man, son of sam, bitch, I´m surgical
I´l allergic to dyin, 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 u see ur friends turn their back on u dawg
when u ain´t got nothing left but ur word and ur balls ?!??!
n ur stress full of cause ?!?!
of ur new friends they beggin with their hands out
checking for ur record when its selling
when it aint, that´s the end no [last?!?]
no friends no girl
just the gin u drink till u car spin u then [screech]
DAMN ! [EXLODING CRASH] u slam into the wall and u fall
out the car, trying to crawl with one arm
about to lose it all in a pool of alcohol
my funeral´s tomorrow, wonder if they would even call it news

let´s see how many of your men´s loyal,
when i pull up looking for you,
with a pistol sipping on a can of pennzoil
i´m revved up, who said what would lead bust ur head would just explode
with red stuff i´m hand cuffed tossed in the paddy wagon
braggin about how u shot it like a coward, bullets devour you showered you
niggars, if i was u niggas, i´ll run while given the chance
understand i can enchance the spirit of man
[death itself] it can´t hurt me, just the thought of dying alone that really
[urts] me, u 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 plan to the war with ur life, fuck the tour and the mic
i´ll rather fuck a whore with a knife, deliver that shit the coroner´s like
you high hype poppin´ shit in broad day light nigga ur a gonna at night


music´s 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 i´m in jail
93 was strictly rNb
fucked up hair cut
listen to jodeci
michael jackson [who go tell me i´m mike]
ass cheeks painted white
fucking presilla at night
[flying down] sunset smoking crack
transvestite in the front
eddi murphy in the back
MOP had me grindy and griddy
marilyn manson, i dyed my hair blue
and grew some titties
[lil chris ....... ]
now i´m in the hospital
broken nose and a fractured elbow
voices in my head, i´m going in shock,
i´m reaching for the glock when the music stops !
[BANG !]

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