Blood On The Wall Lyrics

How many nigga's fell victim to the streets? Rest in peace y'all 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 nigga's fell victim to the streets? Rest in peace y'all 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 nigga's shit 'Cause personally they ain't worth the phlegm that I spit
That's why sometimes I think the end's comin' quick My old ass father shot twins out his dick So if they so happen to come up without an older brother Won't be alone 'cause comin' up at least they'll have each other
At least they'll have one another 'cause life's a motherfucker But while I'm here, my only job is not to see 'em suffer Through dope boys shootouts, stickups and under covers 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, nigga's pick the phone up So he come find his son lyin' 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 nigga's 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 careless what they think 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 gonna stop 'til a nigga see blood on the wall
All I tried do is raised 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 everythin' ass like sodomy, it's gotta be drugs
Four fifths and snubs what's that about Nigga, you cant 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 Never mind me, worry 'bout your medicate Shits so unfair, nigga beefs carried your ass your whole career Wanna blog? Here's a reason how the fucks murda music 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 Fifty 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 nineties nigga now a gangsta blogger Me that underground flow strike like the pound blow Your sounds old, not even worth a download
I would have nigga's hunt you like a hounds nose Problem is you pussy the whole town knows So why let the body count grow For some fiend out nigga now starrin' in the clown show
And I ain't gonna stop 'til a nigga see blood on the wall