Blood On the Wall

Woo, welcome, ay Like to welcome everybody, welcome everybody Motherfuckin' padded room How many niggaz fell victim to the streets Rest in peace lil' nigga, this is heaven for a G I'd be a liar if I told you I that never thought of death My nigga, we the last ones left How many niggaz fell victim to the streets Rest in peace young nigga, this is heaven for a- I'd be a liar if I told you I that never thought of death My nigga, we the last ones left But life goes on And I ain't gonna stop 'til a nigga see blood on the wall Maybe it started with the rims on the whip I lost a Hummer, pushed the Benz through the strip I'll swim with the fish before I lend niggaz shit 'Cause personally they ain't worth the phlegm that I spit That's why sometimes I think the end's coming quick My old ass father shot twins out his dick So if they so happen to come up without an older brother Wont be alone 'cause comin' up at least they'll have each other At least they'll have one another 'cause lifes a motherfucker But while I'm here my only job is not to see 'em suffer Through dopeboy shootouts, stick-ups and undercovers The world is full of suckers but don't worry, I'm your buffer Buffer like I shoulda been for BJ But he never listened to nothin' we say It was half past twelve, midnight on a weekday Not even twenty hours past his release date This nigga hit him up four times One hit the heart And that hit my heart Called his pops, niggaz pick the phone up So he can come find his son lying in his own blood On that block that we ran through House we grew up in, corner we would post on Shot dead in front of niggaz we would be with So how the fuck nobody see shit? And so I'm there to be a brother to his brother Lucky 'Cause in the belly of the beast I know this shit get ugly Get on my knees and have a convo with the lord above me Maybe sometimes I hear it wrong and think he's sayin' fuck me Only he can judge me, care less what they thinkin' about me 'Cause honestly I'd be aight if no one ever loved me I write: "I only fear Joe" in blood, smeared slow on my brain By my earlobe And I ain't gon' stop 'til a nigga see blood on the wall All I try to do is raise the bar See my weeks is scabbed up, days are scarred Still I love to see a motherfucker hate from far More they talk 'bout me the more I pray for y'all I mean I don't get how Prodigy gon' acknowledge me When the nigga 'bout as big as an apostrophe For him to possibly think that he as hot as me It's far from a prophecy, it's more like a mockery Used to be hip hop to me 'fore you bombarded me With everything ass like sodomy, its gotta be Drugs, four fifths and snubs, what's that about? Nigga you can't lift the guns that you rappin' 'bout Real talk I can't front on your old shit Now you just old as shit, now old and sick Instead of holdin' my dick here's a better way Nevermind me, worry 'bout your medicate Shit is so unfair, nigga beefs carried your ass most of your career Wanna blog? Here's a reason How the fuck's Murda Muzik Anybody ever dissed this nigga is still breathin' Jay Z, Saigon, Nas already peeled him Tupac, he ain't alive but you ain't kill him 50 signs the bum only 'cause where he was from Put his stamp on a nigga and still nobody feels him Not a murderer or gangsta robber Washed up 90's nigga now a gangsta blogger Me that underground flow strike like the pound blow Your sound's old, not even worth a download I would have niggaz hunt you like a hounds nose Problem is you pussy, the whole town knows So why let the body count grow? For some fiended out nigga now starring in the clown show And I ain't gon' stop 'til a nigga see blood on the wall