When The Music Stops Songtext

[Bizarre]Music.. reality..Sometimes it's hard to tell the differenceBut we as entertainers.. have a responsibilityto these kids.. psyche![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 batterif there ain't shit for me to feed off, I'm see-saw battlinBut 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 awayAnd 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, run myself in the ground'Fore I put some wack shit outI'm tryin to smack this one out the park, five-thousand markY'all steady tryin to drown a sharkAin't gon' do nothin but piss me off, lid to the can of whip-assJust twist me off, see me leap out, pull a piece outFuck 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 crapThis ain't rap, this is crazy the way we actWhen we confuse hip-hop with real life when the music stops[Swifty McVay]Ain't no gettin rid of McVay, if so you woulda triedThe only way I'm leavin this bitch is suicideI have died clinically, arrived back at my enemies' cribwith Hennessey, got drunk then I finished it {*BLAM*}I'm every nigga's favorite arch enemyPhysically fitted to be the most dangerous nigga with beefI spark willingly, with a dillinger in the dark dilligentlyI'm not what you thinkI appear to be fucked up, mentally endangeredI can't stay away from a razorI just want my face in a paperI wish a nigga had a grenade to squeeze tightto awake neighbors for acresI'll murder you, I gauge and have me turn into a mad manSon 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 you dogAnd 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 sellinWhen it ain't that's the end, no laughs, no friendsNo girls, just the gin you drink, till your car spin you thinkDAMN! When you slam into the walland you fall out the car and try to crawl with one armI'm bout to lose it all in a pool of alcoholIf my funeral's tomorrow wonder would they even call?When the music stops[Kuniva]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 what, when lead bustyour head just explode with red stuff, I'm handcuffedTossed in the paddywagon; braggin about how you shoutedlike a coward, bullets devoured you, showered you niggazIf I was you niggaz, I'd run while given a chanceUnderstand, I can enhance the spirit of manDeath itself it can hurt meJust 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 knife {AHH!}Deliver that shit that coroner's likeYou hype poppin shit in broad daylightNigga you're a goner 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 talkIn the dark my dogs all bark like WOOF!Proof nigga I'ma wolf, get your whole roofcaved in like reindeer hoofsStomp the booth, shake the floor tiles looseThe more y'all breathe shit the more I movesIt's _Hill Street_, this is hardcore _Blues_Put a gun to rap, check in all our dues (nigga)Or make the news, betcha all y'all moveWhen the uzi pop you better drop, when the music stop[Bizarre]Music has changed my life in so many waysBrain's confused, been fucked since the 5th gradeLL told me to "Rock the Bells"NWA said "Fuck the Police," now I'm in jailNinety-three was strictly R&BFucked up haircut, listened to JodeciMichael Jackson - who gon' tell me I ain't Mike?Ass cheeks painted white, fuckin Priscilla tonightFlyin down Sunset smokin crackTransvestite in the front, Eddie Murphy in the backM.O.P. had grimey and grittyMarilyn Manson I dyed 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 {*blam*}