When The Music Stops

[00:01.63] Music, reality: sometimes it's hard to tell the difference

[00:10.63] But we as entertainers have a responsibility to these kids

[00:19.38] Psych!

[00:19.88] If I were to die, murdered in cold blood tomorrow

[00:22.63] Would you feel sorrow? or show love? or would it matter?

[00:26.13] Could never be the lead-off batter

[00:27.63] If there ain't shit for me to feed off, I'm see-saw battlin'

[00:30.38] But there's way too much at stake for me to be fake

[00:33.13] There's too much on my plate

[00:34.63] I done came way too far in this game to turn and walk away

[00:37.88] And not say what I got to say

[00:40.13] What the fuck you take me for, a joke? You smokin' crack?

[00:43.38] 'Fore I do that, I'd beg Mariah to take me back

[00:45.88] I'll get up 'fore I get down, run myself in the ground

[00:48.77] 'Fore I put some wack shit out

[00:50.52] I'm tryna smack this one out the park—five-thousand mark

[00:53.78] Y'all steady tryna drown a shark

[00:55.78] Ain't gon' do nothin' but piss me off

[00:57.28] Lid to the can of whip-ass, just twist me off

[01:00.03] See me leap out, pull a piece out

[01:02.03] Fuck shootin', I'm just tryna knock his teeth out

[01:04.78] Fuck with me now, bitch—let's see you freestyle

[01:06.78] Talk is cheap

[01:08.03] Motherfucker, if you really feelin' froggish, leap

[01:10.28] Yo, Slim, you gon' let him get away with that?

[01:12.78] He tried to play you, you can't let him skate with that

[01:15.28] Man, I hate this crap

[01:16.78] This ain't rap, this is crazy, the way we act

[01:19.03] When we confuse hip-hop with real life when the music stops

[01:22.03] Ain't no gettin' rid of McVay, if so, you would've tried

[01:24.78] The only way I'm leavin' this bitch is suicide

[01:27.03] I have died clinically

[01:28.28] Arrived back at my enemy's crib with Hennessy

[01:31.03] Got drunk then I finished him

[01:33.28] I'm every nigga's favorite archenemy

[01:35.03] Physically fitted to be the most dangerous nigga with beef

[01:38.03] I spark willingly, with a Dillinger in the dark, diligently

[01:41.28] I'm not what you think

[01:42.78] I appear to be fucked up, mentally endangered

[01:45.53] I can't stay away from a razor

[01:47.28] I just want my face in a paper

[01:49.28] I wish a nigga had a grenade to squeeze tight to awake neighbors for acres

[01:53.28] I'll murder you, I gauge and have me turn into

[01:56.28] A mad man, Son of Sam, bitch, I'm surgical

[01:58.78] I'm allergic to dyin'—you think not?

[02:01.03] You got balls? We can see how large, when the music stops

[02:03.53] I was happy havin' a deal at first

[02:05.28] Thought money would make me happy

[02:06.78] But it only made my pain worse

[02:08.28] It hurts when you see your friends turn their back on you, dawg

[02:11.03] And you ain't got nothin' left but your word and your balls

[02:13.53] And you're stressed from the calls of your new friends

[02:15.78] Beggin' with their hands out

[02:17.03] Checkin' for your record when it's sellin'

[02:18.78] When it ain't, that's the end: no laughs, no friends

[02:21.28] No girls, just the gin you drink 'til your car spin

[02:24.03] You think, "Damn!" when you slam into the wall and you fall

[02:26.53] Out the car and try to crawl with one arm

[02:28.53] I'm 'bout to lose it all in a pool of alcohol

[02:31.03] If my funeral's tomorrow, wonder would they even call?

[02:34.28] When the music stops

[02:34.78] Let's see how many of your men loyal

[02:36.28] When I pull up lookin' for you with a pistol sippin' a can of Pennzoil

[02:39.03] I'm revved up; who said what when lead bust?

[02:42.78] Your head just explode with red stuff

[02:44.53] I'm handcuffed, tossed in the paddy-wagon

[02:46.53] Braggin' about how you shouted like a coward

[02:48.53] Bullets devoured you, showered you niggas

[02:50.28] If I was you niggas, I'd run while given a chance

[02:52.28] Understand, I can enhance the spirit of man

[02:54.78] Death itself, it can't hurt me

[02:56.53] Just the thought of dyin' alone that really irks me

[02:59.03] You ain't worthy to speak thoughts of cheap talk

[03:02.03] Be smart and stop tryna walk how Gs walk before we spark

[03:05.03] Hug the floor while we playin' tug-of-war wit' your life

[03:07.53] Fuck a tour and a mic, I'd rather fuck a whore with a knife

[03:10.03] Deliver that shit that coroners like

[03:12.03] You hype poppin' shit in broad daylight, nigga, you're a goner at night (when the music stops)

[03:15.53] Instigators turn pits in cages

[03:18.28] Let loose and bit the neighbors, wrist to razors

[03:21.03] Y'all don't want war, y'all want talk

[03:23.92] In the dark, my dogs all bark like, "Woof!"

[03:26.67] Proof, nigga, I'm a wolf

[03:28.17] Get your whole roof caved in like reindeer hooves

[03:31.42] Stomp the booth, shake the floor tiles loose

[03:33.67] The more y'all breathe, shit, the more I moves

[03:36.42] It's Hill Street—this is hardcore blues

[03:38.92] Put a gun to rap, check in all our dues, nigga

[03:42.17] Or make the news, bet you all y'all move

[03:43.92] When the Uzi pop, you better drop when the music stop

[03:46.67] Music has changed my life in so many ways

[03:49.67] Brain's confused, been fucked since the 5th grade

[03:52.42] LL told me to rock the bells

[03:54.42] N.W.A said "Fuck tha Police," now I'm in jail

[03:57.42] '93 was strictly R&B

[03:59.67] Fucked up haircut, listened to Jodeci

[04:02.42] Michael Jackson—who gon' tell me I ain't Mike?

[04:04.92] Ass cheeks painted white, fuckin' Priscilla tonight

[04:07.92] Flyin' down Sunset, smokin' crack

[04:09.92] Transvestite in the front, Eddie Murphy in the back

[04:12.92] M.O.P. had me grimy and gritty

[04:14.92] Marilyn Manson–I dyed my hair blue and grew some titties

[04:18.17] Ludacris told me to throw them bows

[04:20.17] Now I'm in the hospital with a broken nose and a fractured elbow

[04:23.17] Voices in my head, I'm goin' in shock

[04:25.92] I'm reachin' for the Glock, but the music stops