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I played tha keys and made this track after a long hard day on my job.. i just went into my personal studio and stopped to appreciate tha Gift that i have to make music and all of these feelings started pouring out.. Excuse tha vocalz...They wasn't wrote to entertain the were wrote basically to relieve some of my stress.. i hope some of you feel me.
Lyrics
No More
By:
Brian "ill-Barretta" Barrett
Tuesday, March 30, 2004
04:03:14 PM
don't wanna eat no more
don't wanna sleep no more..
don't wanna get off and go run out int them streets no more..
just wanna speak my flow..
over these beats and blow..
some of this stress off of my chest so that these people know...
i live and eat these flows...
i make these keys speak so...
the planet can know of ill-B before this Fetus goes...
forever sleep and cold ..
6 feet deep below...
the same streets i now strolled... seeking to keep my glow..
many they seen me grow..
into a this beastly flow...
track after track ripping up any beat to leak this though...
few peeped below...
he who wreeked of blow...
violent tendencies that simply would peak and show...
swith it out..
i used to tell my niggahs all tha time is my year...
tha funny shit is on real niggahs believed cincer..
women came women went so did dollars and cents..
and wit that my niggah i went thru a lotta this shit..
fam turned his back on me never figured him phoney..
especially seeing how we grew sharing tha same bologna..
God it's right now that i ask of you to rain down on me..
to hide tha tears for all these years without Cincer um lonley..
my wife is perfect but her health got me scared to love..
um growing closer to that pistol hoster liquor and drugs...
ya see thug need a hug outside cuffs and slugs...
i ain't trying to to be tha richest just realest it's was...
(Change to a whisper type flow)
man..
life can become a motherfucker to tha point a bro.just cain't stand..
like musical chairs everyone in there is got 3 legs making it for man...
even my scrape s and scars and scratch instantly taking me back..
just moments before the wound forcing Rhetta dude to view his own stats..
my life in rewind seems like Brian is a last dying breed of lost kind...
call me a X con or X thug but it never does exit my mind..
before they quoted i notice a niggah is living this life like a DVD..
just playing out scenes on tha silverscreen of tha ghetto but it's like most niggahs just don't seee..
That every G is oneday gonna be...what he or she used to be....
a female or male on a older scale hell... just as bald as can be..
in a year or three ..my shit from 93 a surface and Be ....
some of tha realest ever recorded since Bigggie & Pac tradegy...
