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