When the Fun Runs Out (Prod. by Del Connect)
Produced by Del Connect Productions down in Delaware!! Beat on some old school NY sh*** nahmean? HoLLa
Wassup this is Dave daBeatz, Formally known as HerionMusikproductions or audio in here but deleted those so im not knew do this..got a beat page on here as well (davedaBeatzproductions). U know the deal from before same shit, different year.A year older now so its all good..HaLLuh
Lyrics
[verse one]
The funky iLL riddim, hits ya skulls like the steel kill 'em.
You can't feel 'em in the air brothas still grill' em.
George Foreman... I'ma take the shots outta the gauge,
Put it in my books 'n body your page!
These lobbiest say, that my thoughts become rage.
When the stainless, shirt becomes blood filled decayed.
Drugs sell for days when the block is pushin' packs.
Like bullies pushin' kids but dudes always come back.
Haters always run past when you live sucka free.
But when you see Heaven, hell always there see.
They always shall be, the product they became.
When big house comes but law always stays.
Then ya nigs done change up, let they game hang up.
Prices on yo head become real when it came up.
Whats the deal? Kats always on they peel.
If u talkin money, money dudes thinkin' they real.
{hook 2x}
You can bet it on the game when fun runs out.
That dudes tend rob and then pull a gun out.
People wanna dumb out, then see it all clearly.
But when the blood comes out, kats always weary.
[verse two]
Proceed to the back, lemme hand you a deal.
If you shout my name on a song, I'll hand you a mill.
I aint talkin cash, the nine milley in a grasp.
Lettin' punk ass kids scot free, then they blast.
Then they seein bars, I aint talkin record tracks.
I'm talkin' broken beds, rusty knives in yo' ass.
So the nines in yo hands, so what you gon' do?
Put a slug in a foe or confess to ya crew?
That you dont want be at the tip of the burner.
When the trig done pulled and cuffs gon' burn ya?
Kids slow learners, but give them a chance?
Yeah, go head and show that the devil gone dance.
The tention revealed, but the nines conceiled.
In his side pocket but these dudes so iLL.
He went outside and saw one of his friends.
But he knew this the one time hell never see em again.
[verse three]
This guy has a status, for drug upperatus.
He moves bricks like two chicks 'n mood swings.
Yeah always vicious, but tight on the tip.
But this guy has a grip like a knife in a slit.
Yeah he cuts quick, but he ducks fast.
When the Po Po's gun spits, he runs this.
'N He still moves, but this killuh gon' lose.
When the raid comes starts searchin' his shoes.
Homie pick 'n choose. But the dogs dont sniff.
Its some stick up kids ready to steal his spliff.
A midnight shift, but his soul ant lift.
He shot two to the chest, two times then he drift.
He sits back down, tryna haul a long breath.
But he knows then two kats aint the only ones left.
So he packs up, racks up wit his gat up.
Puts his life in 5th gear but his car is jacked up...
