Chords for When The Music Stops

_ _ _ _ [G#m] _ _ Music, [A] reality, _ sometimes it's [C#m] hard to tell the difference. _
[F#] But we as entertainers _ [C#m] have a responsibility _
[D#] to these kids.
[G#] _ Sorry.
[C#m] If I were to die, murdered in cold blood tomorrow, [C#] would you feel sorrow, show love, or would it [C#m] matter?
Could never be the [C#] lead off, batter everything, [C#m] shit for me to feed off, I'm seesaw battling,
but there's way too much at stake for me to be fake.
There's [C#] too much on my plate, I done came way too far in this game to turn and [D#] walk
away and not [C#m] say what I [C#] got to say.
What the [C#m] fuck you take me for, a joke?
You smoking crack?
Before I do [C#] that, I beg Mariah to take me back.
I get up before I get down, [A#] run myself in the ground [C#m] before I put some wack shit out.
I'm trying to smack this one out the park, 5,000 mark.
Y'all [C#] steady trying to drown the shark.
Ain't gonna do nothing but piss me off.
Lead [D#] to the can of what's best, just [C#m] whip me [C#] off.
See me leap out, [C#m] pull the piece out.
Fuck shooting, I'm just trying to knock his teeth out.
Fuck with me now, bitch, I'll see you freestyle.
Talk is cheap, [F#] motherfucker, if you really feeling [C#m] frog asleep.
Yo Slim, you gonna let him get away with that?
He try to play you, you can't let him [C#] skate with that.
Man, I hate this crap, this ain't [C#m] rap, this is crazy, the [A#] way we act when we [C#m] confuse hip-hop
with real life when the music stops.
No, get rid of me, bae, if so, you would've tried.
The only way I'm leaving this bitch is suicide.
I have died clinically, I [A#] ride back at my enemies, [C#m] quit with Hennessy.
Got drunk, then I finish.
I'm every nigga's favorite arch enemy.
[C#] Physically fitted to be the most dangerous nigga with beef.
I spark willingly, with a diliger in the [C#m] dark, diligently.
I'm not what you think, I appear to be fucked up, mentally endangered.
I can't stay away from a razor, [C#] I just want my face in the paper.
I wish a nigga had a grenade [C#m] to squeeze tight to her white neighbors for acres.
I murdered you, I gave you how me turn into a madman.
Send a sound, bitch, I'm surgical, I'm allergic to dying.
[D#] If you think not, you got [C#m] balls, we can see how large when the music will stop.
I stopped me having to deal at first.
Thought money would make me [C#] happy, but it only made my pain worse.
It hurts [C#m] when you see your friends turn [C#] your back on you, dog.
And you [C#m] ain't got nothing left but your word and your balls.
Are you stressed from the calls of your new friends?
Begging with their hands out, checking for your record when it's selling.
When it ain't, that's the end.
No [A#] laugh, no friend, no [C#m] girl, just the gin you drink till your calls spin.
You think, damn, but you slam into the wall and you fall out the car and try to crawl with one arm.
I'm about to lose it all in a pool of alcohol if my funeral's tomorrow.
Wonder what they even call when the music stops.
Let's see how many of you men loyal
when I pull up looking for you with a pistol, sipping [C#] a can of Pennzoil.
[C#m] I'm revved up, who [C#] said what with lead bust?
[C#m] Your head just explode with red stuff.
I'm handcuffed, tossing a paddy wagon, bragging about how you [C#] shouted like a coward.
Bullets devoured, you showered, you niggas.
[C#m] If I was you niggas, I'd [C#] run while giving a chance.
[C#m] Understand I can enhance the spirit of man.
Death itself can't hurt me.
Just the thought of dying [C#] alone, it really irks me.
You ain't worthy to speak thoughts of cheap talk.
Be smart and stop [C#m] trying to walk out G's walk before we spark.
Huff the floor while we playing tug of war with your life.
Fuck a [C#] tour and a mic, I'd rather fuck a whore with a knot.
Delivering [C#m] that shit to coroners [C#] like you hype.
Popping shit in [C#m] broad daylight, nigga, you a goner in the night.
When the music stops, instigators, herpet cicadas.
Let loose [C#] and rip the neighbors, blister razors.
[C#m] Gotta walk war, [A#] y'all wanna talk.
[C#m] In the dark, my dogs all bark like oof.
Oof, nigga, I'm a wolf.
Get your hoe oof, can't stand like Reindeer.
Stomp the booth, shake the [F#] floor, towns loose.
The [C#m] more y'all breach, the more I move.
It's Hill Street, this is hardcore blues.
Put a gun to rap, checking all our dudes.
Or make the news, bet you all y'all move.
When the Uzi pop, you better drop when the music stop.
Music has changed my life in so many [C#] ways.
Brain's confused and fucked since the fifth grade.
LL told me to [A#] rock the [C#m] bells.
N.W.A. said, fuck the police.
Now I'm in jail.
In 93, was strictly R&B.
Fucked up haircut, listen to Jodeci.
Michael Jackson, [C#] who gon' tell me I ain't Mike?
[C#m] I had cheeks painted white, fucking Priscilla the night.
Flying down sunset, smoking crack.
[C#] Transvestite in the front, Eddie Murphy in the back.
[C#m] M.O..P. had me [C#] grimy and gritty. Marilyn [C#m] Manson, I dyed my hair blue and grew some titties. Ludacris told me to throw them bowls. Now I'm in the hospital with a broken nose and a [C#] fractured elbow. Voices in [G#] my head, I'm going in [C#m] shock. [C#] I'm reaching for the clock, but the music