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  [bad word] 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 [bad word] 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 [bad word] myself in the ground, 'for I put some wack [bad word] 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 [bad word] me off 
Lid to the can of whoop [bad word]  just twist me off 
See me leap out, pull the piece out, [bad word] shootin i'm just trying to knock his teeth out  [bad word] with me now, [bad word]  let's see you freestyle 
Talk is cheap, [bad word] 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 [bad word]  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 McVeigh 
If so you woulda tried 
The only way I'm leavin this [bad word] is suicide 
I have died clinically, arrived back at my enemy's crib with hennesy, 
Got [bad word] then I finished he 
I'm every [bad word] s favorite arch-enemy. 
Physically [bad word] to be the most dangerous [bad word] with beef 
I spark willingly with a dillinger in the dark dilligently 
I'm not what you think 
I appear to be [bad word] up 
Mentally endangered 
I can't stay away from a razor 
I just want my face in a paper 
I wish a [bad word] 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, [bad word]  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 
[Screech]  [bad word]  
[Crash] 
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 

[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 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, [bad word] 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, [bad word] the tour and the mic 
I'll rather [bad word] a [bad word] with a knife, deliver that [bad word] the coroner's like 
You high hype poppin' [bad word] in broad day light [bad word] ur a gonna at night 

When The Music Stops 

[Proof:] 
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