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D-12

When the Music Stops

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[Bizzare:][Echo]Music, reality, sometimes it`s hard to tell the differenceBut we as entertainers have a responsibility to these kidsSike![Eminem:]If I were to die murdered in cold blood tomorrowWould you feel sorrow or show loveOr would it matterCan never be the lead-off batter of thingsShit for me to feed offI`m see-saw battlinBut theres way too much at stake for me to be fakeThere`s too much on my plateAnd I came way too far in this game to turn and walk awayAnd not say what I got to sayWhat the fuck you take me for? a joke? you smokin crack?Before I do that, I beg Mariah to take me backI get up `for i get down, run myself in the ground, `for I put some wack shit outI`m tryin-a smack this one out the park, five-thousand markYa`ll steady tryin to drown the sharkAin`t gonna do nothin but piss me offLid to the can of whoop ass, just twist me offSee me leap out, pull the piece out, fuck shootin i`m just trying to knock his teeth outFuck with me now, bitch, let`s see you freestyleTalk is cheap, motherfucker if you`re really feeling froggish, leapYo slim, you gonna let him get away with that?He tried to play you, you can`t let him skate with thatMan 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 [Swift:]There ain`t no getting rid of McVeighIf so you woulda triedThe only way I`m leavin this bitch is suicideI have died clinically, arrived back at my enemy`s crib with hennesy, Got drunk then I finished heI`m every nigga`s favorite arch-enemy. Physically fitted to be the most dangerous nigga with beefI spark willingly with a dillinger in the dark dilligentlyI`m not what you thinkI appear to be fucked upMentally endangeredI can`t stay away from a razorI just want my face in a paperI wish a nigga had a grenade to squeeze tight to awake neighbors for acresI murder youDanger had me turned into a mad man, son of sam, bitch, I`m surgicalI`l allergic to dyin, you think not? you got balls? We can see how largeWhen the music stops [Kon Artist:]I was happy having a deal at first,Thought money would make me happy butIt only made my pain worst,It hurts when u see ur friends turn their back on u dawgWhen u ain`t got nothing left but ur word and ur ballsAnd you`re stressed from the calls of your new friends Beggin` with they hands outChecking for ur record when its sellingWhen it aint, that`s the end, no laughsNo friends no girlJust the gin u drink till u car spin u then [Screech]Damn! [Crash]U slam into the wall and u fallOut the car, trying to crawl with one armAbout to lose it all in a pool of alcoholIf my funeral`s tomorrow, wonder if they would even call when the music stops [Kuniva:]Let`s see how many of your men loyal,When i pull up looking for you,With a pistol sipping on a can of pennzoilI`m revved up, who said what would lead bust ur head would just explodeWith red stuff i`m hand cuffed tossed in the paddy wagon Braggin about how u shot it like a coward, bullets devour you showered youNiggars, if i was u niggas, i`ll run while given the chanceUnderstand i can enchance the spirit of manDeath itself, it can`t hurt me, just the thought of dying alone that reallyIrks me, u ain`t worthy to speak thoughts of cheap talkBe smart and stop trying to walk how g`s walk before we sparkHug the floor while we plan to the war with ur life, fuck the tour and the micI`ll rather fuck a whore with a knife, deliver that shit the coroner`s likeYou high hype poppin` shit in broad day light nigga ur a gonna at night When The Music Stops [Proof:]Instigators, turn pits in cagesLet loose and bit the neighbourswrist to razorsYa`ll don`t want war, you want talkIn the dark my dogs all bark like woofProof nigga I`m a wolf, get your whole roofCaved in like reindeer hoofsStomped the roof shake the floor tiles looseThe more ya`ll breach, the more I movesThis hell street, this is hardcore bluesPut a gun to rap checking all our jewels (nigga)Or make the news betcha all ya`ll moveWhen the uzi pop, you better drop when the music stop [Bizzare:]Music`s changed my life in so many waysBrains confused and fucked since the 5th gradeLL told me to rock the bellsNWA said fuck the police Now i`m in jail93 was strictly R&BFucked up hair cutListen to JodeciMichael Jackson, who gonna tell me I ain`t MikeAss cheeks painted whiteFucking Presilla at nightFlying down sunset smoking crackTransvestite in the frontEddi Murphy in the backMOP had me grindy and griddyMarilyn Manson, i dyed my hair blueAnd grew some tittiesLudacris told me to throw them bowlsNow i`m in the hospitalBroken nose and a fractured elbowVoices in my head, i`m going in shock,I`m reaching for the glock but the music stops [Bang]

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