When The Music Stops
When the music stops
\r\nEminem ft. Bizarre, Swifty McVay, Kon Artis, Kuniva, Proof
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\r\n[Bizarre]
\r\nMusic.. reality..
\r\nSometimes it's hard to tell the difference
\r\nBut we as entertainers.. have a responsibility
\r\nto these kids.. psyche!
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\r\n[Eminem]
\r\nIf I, were to die murdered in cold blood tomorrow
\r\nWould you feel sorrow or show love, or would it matter?
\r\nCould never be the lead-off batter
\r\nif there ain't shit for me to feed off, I'm see-saw battlin
\r\nBut there's way too much at stake for me to be fake
\r\nThere's too much on my plate, I done came way
\r\ntoo far in this game to turn and walk away
\r\nAnd not say what I got to say
\r\nWhat the fuck you take me for a joke? You smokin crack?
\r\n'Fore I do that, I'd beg Mariah to take me back
\r\nI'll get up 'fore I get down, run myself in the ground
\r\n'Fore I put some wack shit out
\r\nI'm tryin to smack this one out the park, five-thousand mark
\r\nY'all steady tryin to drown a shark
\r\nAin't gon' do nothin but piss me off, lid to the can of whip-ass
\r\nJust twist me off, see me leap out, pull a piece out
\r\nFuck shootin I'm just tryin to knock his teeth out
\r\nFuck with me now bitch, let's see you freestyle
\r\nTalk is cheap, motherfucker if you really feelin froggish leap
\r\nYo Slim, you gon' let him get away with that?
\r\nHe tried to play you, you can't let him skate with that
\r\nMan I hate this crap
\r\nThis ain't rap, this is crazy the way we act
\r\nWhen we confuse hip-hop with real life when the music stops
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\r\n[Swifty McVay]
\r\nAin't no gettin rid of McVay, if so you woulda tried
\r\nThe only way I'm leavin this bitch is suicide
\r\nI have died clinically, arrived back at my enemies' crib
\r\nwith Hennessey, got drunk then I finished it {*BLAM*}
\r\nI'm every nigga's favorite arch enemy
\r\nPhysically fitted to be the most dangerous nigga with beef
\r\nI spark willingly, with a dillinger in the dark dilligently
\r\nI'm not what you think
\r\nI appear to be fucked up, mentally endangered
\r\nI can't stay away from a razor
\r\nI just want my face in a paper
\r\nI wish a nigga had a grenade to squeeze tight
\r\nto awake neighbors for acres
\r\nI'll murder you, I gauge and have me turn into a mad man
\r\nSon of sam bitch, I'm surgical
\r\nI'm allergic to dyin, you think not?
\r\nYou got balls? We can see how large, when the music stops
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\r\n[Kon Artis]
\r\nI was happy havin a deal at first
\r\nThought money would make me happy but it only made my pain worse
\r\nIt hurts when you see your friends turn their back on you dog
\r\nAnd you ain't got nuttin left but your word and your balls
\r\nAnd you're stressed from the calls of your new friends
\r\nBeggin with their hands out, checkin for your record when it's sellin
\r\nWhen it ain't that's the end, no laughs, no friends
\r\nNo girls, just the gin you drink, till your car spin you think
\r\nDAMN! When you slam into the wall
\r\nand you fall out the car and try to crawl with one arm
\r\nI'm bout to lose it all in a pool of alcohol
\r\nIf my funeral's tomorrow wonder would they even call?
\r\nWhen the music stops
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\r\n[Kuniva]
\r\nLet's see how many of your men loyal
\r\nWhen I pull up lookin for you with a pistol, sippin a can of penzoil
\r\nI'm revved up, who said what, when lead bust
\r\nyour head just explode with red stuff, I'm handcuffed
\r\nTossed in the paddywagon; braggin about how you shouted
\r\nlike a coward, bullets devoured you, showered you niggaz
\r\nIf I was you niggaz, I'd run while given a chance
\r\nUnderstand, I can enhance the spirit of man
\r\nDeath itself it can hurt me
\r\nJust the thought of dyin alone that really irks me
\r\nYou ain't worthy to speak thoughts of cheap talk
\r\nBe smart and stop tryin to walk how G's walk before we spark
\r\nHug the floor while we playin tug-of-war with your life
\r\nFuck a tour and a mike, I'd rather fuck a whore with a knife {AHH!}
\r\nDeliver that shit that coroner's like
\r\nYou hype poppin shit in broad daylight
\r\nNigga you're a goner at night - when the music stops
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\r\n[Proof]
\r\nInstigators, turn pits in cages
\r\nLet loose and bit the neighbors, wrist to razors
\r\nY'all don't want war, y'all want talk
\r\nIn the dark my dogs all bark like WOOF!
\r\nProof nigga I'ma wolf, get your whole roof
\r\ncaved in like reindeer hoofs
\r\nStomp the booth, shake the floor tiles loose
\r\nThe more y'all breathe shit the more I moves
\r\nIt's _Hill Street_, this is hardcore _Blues_
\r\nPut a gun to rap, check in all our dues (nigga)
\r\nOr make the news, betcha all y'all move
\r\nWhen the uzi pop you better drop, when the music stop
\r\n
\r\n[Bizarre]
\r\nMusic has changed my life in so many ways
\r\nBrain's confused, been fucked since the 5th grade
\r\nLL told me to \"Rock the Bells\"
\r\nNWA said \"Fuck the Police,\" now I'm in jail
\r\nNinety-three was strictly R&B
\r\nFucked up haircut, listened to Jodeci
\r\nMichael Jackson - who gon' tell me I ain't Mike?
\r\nAss cheeks painted white, fuckin Priscilla tonight
\r\nFlyin down Sunset smokin crack
\r\nTransvestite in the front, Eddie Murphy in the back
\r\nM.O.P. had grimey and gritty
\r\nMarilyn Manson I dyed my hair blue, and grew some titties
\r\nLudacris told me to throw them bows
\r\nNow I'm in the hospital with a broken nose and a fractured elbow
\r\nVoices in my head, I'm goin in shock
\r\nI'm reachin for the glock but the music stops {*blam*}
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