Joe Budden - Blood On The Wall

LRC by lzh ,from jiangxi pingxiang

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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 aint 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 thru the strip

i'll swim with the fish before i lend niggaz shit

cuz personally they aint worth the phlegm that i spit

thats why sometimes i think the ends 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 cuz comin up at least they'll have each other

at least they'll have one another cuz lifes a motherfucker

but while im here my only job is not to see em suffer

thru dopeboys shootouts stickups and undercovers

the world is full of suckers but dont worry im your buffer

buffer like i shoulda been for bj

but he never listened to nuthin we say

it was half past 12 midnight on a weekday

not even 20 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 come find his son lying in his own blood

on that block that we ran thru

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 im there to be a brother to his brother lucky

cuz 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

cuz honestly i'd be aight if noone ever loved me

i write i only fear joe in blood smeared slow on my brain by my earlobe

and i aint 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 yall

i mean i dont 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

its far from a prophecy more like a mockery

used to be hiphop to me 'fore you bombarded me

with everything ass like sodimy its gotta be

drugs four fifths and snubs whats that about

nigga you cant lift the guns that you rappin bout

real talk i cant front on your old shit

now you just old as shit, now old and sick

instead of holdin my dick heres a better way

nevermind me worry bout your medicade

shits so unfair nigga beefs carried your ass your whole career

wanna blog? heres a reason

how the fucks murda muzik

anybody ever dissed this nigga is still breathin

jayz saigon nas already peeled him

tupac he aint alive but you aint kill him

50 signs the bum only cuz 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 sounds 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