When The Music Stops
(feat. D-12)



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 a paper

I wish a nigger had a grenade to squeeze tight to awake neighbors for acres

I murder you

Danger had me turned into 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

[Kon Artist:]

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 laughs

No friends no girl

Just the gin u drink till u car spin u then




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

If my funeral's tomorrow, wonder if they would even call when the music stops


Let's see how many of your men 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

Hurts 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

When The Music Stops


Instigators, ?? pits in cages

Let loose and bit the neighbours

wrist to razors

Ya'll don't want war, you want talk

In the dark my dogs all bark like woof

Proof nigga I'm a wolf, get your whole roof

Caved in like reindeer hoofs

Stomped the roof shake the floor tiles loose

The more ya'll breach, the more I moves

This hell street, this is hardcore blues

Put a gun to rap checking all our jewels (nigga)

Or make the news betcha all ya'll move

When the uzi pop, you better drop when the music stop


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

Ludacris told me to throw them bowls

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 but the music stops