When The Music Stops – D12 – letras

[Bizzare]Music… Reality…Sometimes it’s hard to tell the differenceBut we as entertainers, have a responsibility, to these kidsPsyche[Eminem]If I, were to die, murdered in cold blood tommorrowwould 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 offI’m see-saw battlin’but there’s way too much at stake for me to be fakethere’s too much on my plate, I done came waytoo far in this game, to turn and walk away, and not say what I got to saywhat the fuck you take me for, a joke? You smokin’ crack?’Fore I do that, I’d beg Mariah to take me backI’ll get up ‘fore I get down, gun myself in the ground, ‘fore I put some wack shit outI’m tryin’ to smack this one out the parkfive-thousand mark, y’all steady tryin’ to drown a sharkain’t gon’ do nothin’ but piss me off, lid to the can of whip ass, just twist me offsee me leap out, pull a piece out, fuck shootin’, I’m just tryin’ to knock his teeth outfuck with me now bitch, let’s see you freestyleTalk is cheap, motherfucker, if you really feelin’ froggish, leapYo Slim, you gon’ 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 actwhen we confuse hip hop with real life when the music stops[Swifty]Ain’t no getting’ rid of McVeighif so you woulda tried, the only way I’m leavin’ this bitch is suicideI have died clinicallyarrived ride back at my enemies’ crib with Hennessey, got drunk then I finish himI’m every nigga’s favorite arch enemyPhysically fitted to be the most dangerous nigga with beefI spark willingly, with a dillinger in the dark, dilligently, I’m not what you thinkI appear to be fucked up, mentally endangeredI can’t stay away from a razor, I just want my face in a paperI wish a nigga had a grenade to squeeze tight to awake neighbors for acresI’ll murder you, I gauge have me turn into a mad man, son of sam bitch, I’m surgicalI’m allergic to dyin’, you think not, you got balls?We can see how large, when the music stops[Kon Artis]I was happy havin’ a deal at firstthought money would make me happy, but it only made my pain worseIt hurts when you see your friends turn their back on youDog, and you ain’t got nuttin’ left but your word and your ballsand you’re stressed from the calls of your new friendsbeggin’ with their hands out, checkin’ for your record when it’s sellin’when it ain’t that’s the end, no laughs, no friends, no girlsjust the gin you drink, till your car spinYou think DAMN!When you slam into the wall, and you fall out the car and try to crawl with one armI’m ’bout to lose it all, in a pool of alcohol, if my funeral’s tomorrowwonder would they even call, when the music stops[Von]Let’s see how many of your men loyalwhen I pull up lookin’ for you with a pistol, sippin’ a can of penzoilI’m revved up, who said whatwhen lead bust your head just explode with red stuff, I’m handcuffedtossed in the paddywagon, braggin’ about how you shoutedlike a coward, bullets devoured you, showered you niggasIf I was you niggas, I’d run while given a chance, understandI can enhance the spirit of manDeath itself, it can hurt me, just the thought of dyin’ alone that really irks meyou ain’t worthy to speak thoughts of cheap talkbe smart and stop tryin’ to walk how G’s walk before we sparkHug the floor while we playin’ tug-of-war with your lifefuck a tour and a mike, I’d rather fuck a whore with a knifeDeliver that shit that coroner’s like, you hype, poppin’ shit in broad daylightnigga you’re a gonner at night, when the music stops[Proof]Instigators, turn pits in cageslet loose and bit the neighbors, wrist to razorsY’all don’t want war, y’all want talk, in the dark, my dogs all bark like woof!Proof nigga I’ma wolf, get your whole roof, caved in like reindeer hoofsStomp the booth, shake, the floor tiles loosethe more y’all breath, shit, the more lose movesIt’s Hill Street, this is hardcore bluesput a gun to rap check in all our duesNigga, or make the news, betcha all movewhen the uzi pop you better drop, when the music stop[Bizarre]Music has changed my life in so many waysbrains confused been fucked since the fifth gradeLL told me rock the bells, NWA said fuck the police, now I’m in jail’93 was strictly R&B, fucked haircut, listenin’ to JodeciMichael Jackson who gonna tell me I ain’t Mike?Ass cheeks painted white, fuckin’ Priscilla tonightFlyin’ down Sunset smokin’ crack, transvestite in the frontEddie Murphy in the backMOP had grimy and gritty, Marilyn Manson, I died my hair blue, and grew some tittiesLudacris told me to throw them bowsnow I’m in the hospital with a broken nose and a fractured elbowVoices in my head I’m goin’ in shockI’m reachin’ for the glock, but the music stops {*Bang*}