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Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #742
Peak in subgenre #363
Author
Linc
Rights
JR Productions
Uploaded
January 17, 2007
Track Files
MP3
MP3 4.6 MB • 128 kbps • 5:02
Story behind the song
The thoughts of death and people hatin on me have now escalated into a song.
Lyrics
Half You People Love Me, Yet Again Half You People Hatin/
Funny How Hatin People Hate It Yet At The Same They Relatin//
Like I Was Satan Or Somethin On That Level They Sayin/
Sayin I'mma Racists Sayin That I'mma Be Payin//
I Aready Paid Into Hip Hop Wit My Soul, Whatchu-Want?/
I've Lost Every Thing That Means Somethin So Whatchu Want?//
Want Me To Drop My Future Plans So I Can Keep-It-Real?/
S'Like I'd Rather Be Drivin The Bangin And Asleep-At-The-Wheel//
So When The Car Crash, That Be The End Of My Ass/
The End Of Linc To, Matter Affact That's The End Of My Raps//
Then I Prolly Hear Somethin Close To After My Death/
Bout How My Style Changed Up, But So What If I Guess//
Too Bad We Had To Go N Lose Another Dope Ass Emcee/
His Raps Had Mad Adapt And Said Nothin To Offend-Me//
Lend-Me Your Ears, Let Me Tell You Bout Me N A Couple-Of-Tears/
I Been Cuffed Up Many Times Adolescence Was Some Troublesome-Years//
So When My Clock Stops And My Heart Stops Beatin/
Y'all Gonna Stop The Show The Carnival Is No Leavin//
I Ran The Game To The Ground Took My Life On Wit It/
Spit It How I Live It These People Make Me Livid//
What Can I Say? I Remember All Of My Good Times/
Kickin It Wit Homies In The Park Spittin Some Good Rhymes//
But Now My Times Up As The Clock Strikin On Twelve/
Can'tchu See I'm Tired Of Playin Hero N Fightin This Hell?//
Sinnin Every Day I Spite I Can Only As High-As-I-Fell/
Vikaden As Well, Shit I Guess I Might Jus Try-It-As-Well//
Apply It As Well, Don'tchu Know That I'm Jus Tired-As-Hell?/
An Old Dog Doin Old Tricks, Tired Of Bein Hired-As-Help//
I Spit Som'in Sick And People Will Be Feelin My Shit/
Yes Feelin My Shit, Homies Come Around Stealin-My-Bitch//
I'm Tired Of That Shit, N I Don't Wanna Be Livin-No-More/
Like Larry Bird Playin Basketball, Is He Drivin-Ta-Score?//
No Way Mayne, But I Still Gonna Do This/
True This, True That, I'm Always Gonna Be Ludacris//
Lucerative, The Main Reason People Come Around For Rap/
S'Why They Drop Too Cuz They Get Clowned N Attacked//
So When My Clock Stops And My Heart Stops Beatin/
Y'all Gonna Stop The Show The Carnival Is No Leavin//
I Ran The Game To The Ground Took My Life On Wit It/
Spit It How I Live It These People Make Me Livid//
I Don't Even Wanna Breathe So Jus Put That Gun To My Head/
You Think I Give A Fuck? I Think It Sounds Fun To Be Dead//
Those Are My Final Thoughts So When The Leads-In-My-Brains/
Please Wash Every Thing I Got I'm Sure My Bed-Now-Has-Stains//
This Shit Ain't Fun No More People Be Dissin My Raps/
I'm Dissin'em Back FUCK YOU You Be Kissin My Ass//
Especially When I Blow Because I Was Ment For This Shit/
Know How Much My Mic Cost How Much I Spent For This Shit?//
I Ain't Stoppin Now I'mma Be A Solja Through This War/
S'like My Mind Is Foldin Butchu Know Wha I'm Foldin For//
I Ain't A Card Dealer So When I Fold-I-Collapse/
Have You Ever Heard Somethin So Great, So Gold-As-My-Raps?//
Never In A Million And Never A Million Before/
I'm Still The Realest Rapper A Chameleon In This War//
Fuck The Way I'm Treated Y'all Been Spittin In My Face/
For Every Girl That Did Me Wrong I'mma Put This Shit In Ya Face//
