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Frustrated lyrics - Brotha Lynch Hung

(with Doomsday Productions)

Hey doom niggas

Come get drunk with me

Is it alright?

See what you don't know is

I'm a 5150 a schizo in the mist

I keep my pistol in my grips

You disappear like extra clips

If you fuck with me

Good luck with me

I'm buck 50

Don't worry about trouble 'cause

I brought the truck with me

And I got the cowl 50

That's the only thing I trust lately

That and my babies

'Cause they ain't old enough to turn on me

After it's [?]

Like these paper-plate-ass niggas

And these lying-ass bitches

All I need is me

The rest of you all can die in these ditches

I be a broke motherfucker

Trenchcoat motherfucker

Cut throat plus I'm motherless

And your stomach can't stomach this

My stomach is rumbling

'Cause I'm hungry

Confused and half-dead and one of 'em

Them dark-broom niggas

Spark the room niggas

Start to finish niggas

Then my heart diminish niggas

So let's start it then finish it then back to the start

I used to sing to myself in the dark

Cry in the dark kill in the dark it's all the same

Sometimes I get so high

That's how I cope with life

When things ain't going right I'm frustrated

Fuck you for judging me

Mind yours and let me be

Why can't you niggas see I'm frustrated

My attitude is shitty

When I ain't got no motherfucking money

When I'm hungry

And can't put a damn thing in my stomach

What's frustrating

I'm having problems with my old lady

And lately she been against me and hating

Saying fuck it

I got to keep it ruggish and thuggish

Mean mugging kissing and hugging

I ain't got time for that fucking dumb shit

It's time to kick it and get it twisted

With my homies and some bitches

That's the deal

Everybody straight fucking

It's fucked up when a big-mouth slut

Fucks it up for the rest of us

She's a cousin to us

Nobody wants to fuck with her

She's the ugly one

I hate pussy, eating bitches

I believe pussy belong to dick

And you already know I hate the fuck out of faggots

Powderpuff, twinkle toes, catch blows to the nose

I don't think God meant for niggas

To bump big heads and take it up the asshole

Got to keep it real

No longer debating

This is how I feel

I'm upset and frustrated

Sometimes I get so high

That's how I cope with life

When things ain't going right I'm frustrated

Fuck you for judging me

Mind yours and let me be

Why can't you niggas see I'm frustrated

I'm fixin to knock shit out the box

And be a rabid dog

Bounce bitches off walls

Kill 'em all

'Cause I been strugglin like a tug of war

Since I was born in this wicked ass world

Now it's time to let loose and get the juice

Showin the steel toed boots

And flip the loops

Avoiding all obstacles

Well face 'em head up

Nigga man up

What the fuck

You scared or what

I hit the bottom when my pops died

What fucked me up most is when moms cried

Had to keep my composure (hold it in)

Don't let her be holder (emotionless)

Be a soldier

Now I been tryin to do this music thing

For years and big money ain't came

But I'm tryin to be patient

I'm still waiting

'Bout to break up and shake up shit

'Cause it's frustratin

Shit man I'm tired of bein so motherfucking broke

If I wasn't so broke

I could take care of my mama and my kinfolk

But I'm just stuck out here

By my damn self

Thought I had family out here

But they done fucked me

Didn't even use no Vaseline, none

Ass still hurtin

Trust in motherfuckers

Rollin around with homies

You know what I'm sayin

Thinkin they hard thinkin they down

Flake out like some corn flakes

Kellogg's-ass niggas

Man a nigga like me just can't work at no motherfucking 9-5 job

Got the motherfucking boss fucking off

And I'm doin most of the work gettin paid bullshit

I come in there on time and do my shit and I still get paid shit

Don't even have enough money to pay my motherfucking rent

I gotta do a little hustle

Shit man, there's a black and a white side

Is there a gray area?

I'm lookin for it

Every time it seems like I'm gonna come up

Something always slaps me in the face

Whether it be a Po-Po or a fucking ho

Ho ass niggas not these hoes

I trust no bitch

Done learned that a long time ago

Wish I had my motherfucking pappy with me next time

And give a nigga some knowledge

Teach a nigga something

That nigga flaked off when I was 13

Ho ass motherfucker

And if I find you I'm a whup yo ass too nigga

Tired of bein broke

Worried about my mamma and things

Thinkin about homies that's dead and gone up in the pen

Motherfuckers that's fixin to go to the pen I just see it

Feels like I'm just wastin my breath for some of the homies though

I just don't even know what to do no more man

Man fuck this shit

Fuck it, I'm through

I See Dead Rappers lyrics - Brotha Lynch Hung

What happens when we die?

We return to the place that we came from

I don't remember where I came from

Nor do I

If I wanted to kill somebody, I'd get this boot and I'd beat you to death with it, and I wouldn't feel a thing. It'd be just like walking to the drugstore

[Brotha Lynch Hung:]

I see dead rappers

Daddy got a problem, you don't act right

Bitch if you was my daughter, I would say you was off the crack pipe

But that's my confession, should've watched the ID channel at random and now you in the bed with the IV

You told me when you left, you was going with Tiny, but Tiny just called, you said I can't find me

I was going 90, 20 minutes later, I was hiding under the bed, now you can't find me

You shoulda never made it where you sleep alone, you shoulda got the pistol when you hung up the phone

I slit ya fucking throat and put ya head in the closet, I gave it all away like a money deposit

You shoulda never told me where you keep the loan, so now I'm bout to eat you like a Al Capone

Put your brain in the oven for din-din, a win-win, and I would like to chew on your [?] with a grin-grin

Now I'm gonna wait in the kitchen, my stomach's still growling I'm waiting for you to come in-in

My stomach's still growling I'm waiting for you to come in-in, I see your GPS, you should be here by 8:10

Now you know you're sweating like a 350 engine, oh I see your lights pulling up in the driveway, I say, butcher knife, I eat it my way

Kick your wife and your kids put 'em in MySpace, pretty little box, that I keep in my wine safe

Cut your fucking back, get you down to the throat, start to nut, at the driveway, hop in the ride, start it up

I don't have to get bloody but if I do have to get money

I will hide around the corner with the knife ready to cut better get running

I can pull up money then [?] gotta get it to where I don't have to get hit you with the meat cleaver I don't matter it don't matter cause I see her chopped up like a meat chuck with the heat stuff

I don't give a fuck but 'em in the back of the truck

And tell him if he had that swords, I just reach and take the sword and pull 'em down his feet! And I pay attention when I'm talking to you! That's where it comes from, it didn't come from no fucking book. Stand up or I'll knock your fucking brains out, ya dig what I'm saying? Handcuff the son of a bitch down there and let me I'll show you how I interrogate the motherfucker, ya dig what I'm saying? I'll reach in your brain and tear your fucking soul out and throw it on the floor!

I smell, wait hold up, I see dead people

3 dead people, murder up to the 1st degree

BBQ people, like a picnic get ya wig split, I'mma motherfucking monster with it, sick with liquid spit, Sicx did this, I was dead a long time ago, eating rappers heads off like I was smoke all kinds of dope

Grr, anaconda, give a nigga all kind of trouble

Another rapper fucking with me, must be some kind of joke

Ha ha, nigga I'm a dinosaur, Jurassic get ya head twisted off after I do a whole line of coke

Goddammit I'm high, bout to rip a nigga from the spine, eat out his insides

I got a Activision, 4D like a television, that's the action, leaving ya whole family missing

You can't find 'em cause I'm cooking 'em in the kitchen

Never mind, I already done the dishes

I see dead rappers

I see dead rappers

I see dead rappers

I see dead rappers

I see dead rappers

I see dead rappers

Like that

[Charles Manson:] Nobody

Is Anybody Listening? lyrics - Brotha Lynch Hung

(with Doomsday Productions)

Is anybody listening?

Is anybody listening?

I'm all alone in this world

Anybody listening?

Is anybody listening?

I'm all alone in this world

Is anybody listening?

Is anybody, anybody, anybody listening?

I'm alone in this world

Anybody listening?

Hard sometimes

I'm alone in this world

It's hard sometimes

I guess not

Cause if they was

They would've heard my pain

Years ago, when I was out there screaming help!

Servin cane and the tears'll flow down my face

Hard not to frown around this place

My homey just went down for eight

My other one just got found in a lake

So I pour the gin, down it straight

Cause liquor's all that cures me

When I'm in this here fucked up mind state

And the whole damn world ignores me

It's like, I ain't trippin y'all

Just sippin more and sippin hard

I cook it soft

I cut it raw

I hit the block and flip it all

I been locked in juvie hall

I been locked in the county jail

For a trunk gun charge and possession for sales

They held your boy without no bail

And I'm knowin they hopin' I'm next to fail

Which cat is next to tell?

Snitchin motherfuckers in my community

Better be next to bail or catch the next of shells

I've been livin next to hell for so long

The difference between is one and the real one I can't tell

I light the blunt, inhale, exhale

Then get to whisperin

Just rappin' to myself

Cause ain't nobody the fuck else listenin'

Is anybody listening?

Is anybody listening?

I'm all alone in this world

So hard

Anybody listening? Is anybody listening??

I'm all alone in this world

Is anybody listening?

Is anybody, anybody, anybody listening?

I'm alone in this world

Anybody listenin'?

Is anybody listening?

I'm all alone in this world

Tryin to hold on in these last days man

I can't keep my grip cause most of the time

These brothers ain't carin about jack

So there's no tomorrow

The horrors of the after life

Feelin like I'm already in hell

Done died twice

Stabbed in the back with a knife

These brothers was triflin'

Shootin off at the mouth

Like they didn't hear the G speak

It makes no difference

This is my life

Ain't gotta be blowed out the pipe

The situation crack

The reason why my daddy never came back

To be the man of the house

I'm on my own with all the doubt

How would I make it out without no father figure?

So I ran with the other thug niggas

Became slash drug dealers

Can't rest my head on no pillow

Dazed by Sleepy Hollow

A world full of danger

I'm no stranger at the crime scene

Investigators all in my program

Cause I got off in that Brougham

Don't know the 'Rip who knockin at my door

I ain't never been the type to live the slow-life

Now they don't understand me no more

So we can't communicate, went through it on my own

That's why I can't pick up the phone

No one know what's goin on

No one know what's goin on

Is anybody listening?

Is anybody, anybody, anybody listening?

I'm all alone in this world

Anybody, anybody

Anybody listening?

Is anybody? Anybody? Anybody?

I'm all alone in this world

Anybody? Anybody?

Is anybody listening?

Oh, I just wanna know

I'm alone in this world

Have I got somebody's attention?

Anybody listening?

Are you listening to me?

I'm all alone in this world

All alone, oh

I been stridin and tryin to do these music thang

Since 85', 86'

Nowadays it's about the paper chase

But when I first started

It was just for kicks

That's what I'm talkin about

It ain't easy tryin to be a billionaire

When everyday yellin but my day closer to death

Lovin every breath

No time to spare

But I ain't lookin for sympathy

Gods strength done blessed the hell out of me

My momma's alive, got a baby on the way

Got a job while I'm getting paid to save

Your parents had it harder than what you do

So what you cryin about?

These little things that you goin through

Ain't nothing to be talkin bout dyin' about

But that's what life is

You here to learn so take your lumps

And while you drivin on a high with a life through stress and stripes

It's straight speed bumps

Slow you role

Take that bump easy and mash the gas

Solvent road ahead

Watch for the po-po's, just don't look back

Playboy 7!

And I'm out, I'm done, I'll see ya

We ain't never met and probably never will

But homey trust me, I feel ya

So yeah, I'm listening

And naw homey, you ain't alone

But see, I can't solve your problems

That's up to you

That's apart of livin life

That's apart of being grown

Is anybody listening?

Oh is anybody listening to me, are you?

I'm all alone in this world

Anybody listening?

Is anybody listening?

I'm all alone in this world

Anybody listening?

Is anybody listening?

We all make mistakes sometimes

I'm alone in this world

Nobody

Anybody listening?

Nobody's listening

I'm all alone in this world

The Spyda lyrics - Brotha Lynch Hung

You could sleep if you wanna, them niggas is goners

Don't make me eat this microphone up, cut ya cojones

Roll on you like Daytona, let em think what they wanna

But they [?] they say if they wanna, they know I'm the hunter, killer!

With the nine milla them graveyards gon' fill up

If I gotta get my skrill about heating your ville up

I'm still livin' rough, blue dickies and chucks

And I got the Ese homies that'll give me the stuff

Then I run up in ya hut, I'm a mothafuckin' nut

Nigga that love to tuck the stuff, use it when times get rough

Usually when times get rough shit I start the thinkin'

If you wanna test the spitz better start the thinkin'

Better spark the engine, fool I'm fast and furious

And you niggas is bitches be on them thirty day periods

Psst Spider-Man, I can make you niggas follow me like a pied piper can

Ya you better think about it 'fore yo body stink about it

Siccmade, we do you like cable we reroute it

Just read about it, first you see the power lodged in the gun powder

Just gimme just one hour and ya done daughter

Just give me the four fiver and I'm goin' rider

DJ epic scratchin' it up like a tiger

I spit fire like a big lighter, I'm raw tighter, come and get your nuts fried up

The Spyda

You can leak if you wanna speak on a nigga

We can take it to the back, I put a G on a nigga

House to whole house, put a lean on a nigga

Lean out the Chevy machines, black with heavy with impact

Deadly rhymes to wear, time for bed, two in the head

I spit ya 'til I'm blue in the head

Ya doin' the death dance and I'm runnin' off with red hands

I was too close but don't worry, east coast

I got it poppin' the most and I probably got the hottest spot on the coast

Spyda man locc

Supply the man dope shit, and I hit him with the for fifth if he blow shit

'Cause you know shit get drastic, bodies wrapped in plastic

Maserati get blasted, kamikaze ta-tactics

That's how it goes, shit. Psst I'm outta here smooth as lotion

The Spyda