Brotha Lynch Hung - I Give Up lyrics

[Intro] I Give up [x5] [Hook: Brotha Lynch Hung] I give up [x5] I give up [x5] [Verse 1: Brotha Lynch Hung] Yeah a f** rap!!! Til I own my own sh** I rather hide in ya closet An think about ya kids while they sleepin' the crib Just to make ya mad I been bad I'ont know what f** I been thinkin in my head (damn) It's like I never stay sober I just drown in it My n***a I gotta just off I just pound in it pound in it I really feel like I'm doin this sh** for nothin Make a album in three weeks and it'll a be tight if ya lucky sponsored links And I do it fo the fans cause they love strange music And its really gettin close before I'm throwin up the deuces I just did a three album trilogy, George lucas An I only got a lil bit left to pour into it And then the gas tank is empty wit no station An I know a full a hand of emcees that won't say it Money is the root of all evil ya'll keep tryin Got you lyin to ya self When ya'll keep lyin [Hook:] I give up [x3] [Verse 2: COS] I give it up on it all together I show'em my love they think its tougha than leatha I show'em my struggle I just show'em my hand sh**s like a puzzle I dont fit in no plans No I ain't fit no m**m I try to stick what I can They threw a n***a overboard This how I swam Cause this who I am A high school dropout, convicted felon You ever saw ya mom walked out and just keep bailin In the mean time they sellin me dreams I put my heart on the line I ripe it right out my sleeves Before the heart overwind, just the feelin between Cause when I'm slope, it don't bother me I outta be screamin' how theses nightmares come when I'm dreamin' You think I live on em street the way they got me wakin up bleedin' And these voices yellin' at me tellin I need to feed'em When they f**in me so raw, I should be drownin and seaman [Hook:] I give up [x3] [Verse 3: Brotha Lynch Hung] See, supeshes in the house but ya'll don't know about that (sh**) You the reason why we go on the road an get so much dap We the reason the fans understand about our life See they go though the same a** sh**!! they just like us Damn we gettin love in the game thanks to strange (oh wee) we like drew breeze n***as saints in the game But I don't get no losses ain't o and 3 I eat my meat real fresh it ain't molded meat I know the season just started, but I'mma bring the heat And if this is my last album I won't be surprised But if I do a couple more an I don't get the prize I never be the motherf**a that'll seem to feat I GIVE UP!!! I'm sick of this, burnin me like a silphis I'm about to disappear n***as call me menso fliks A Rob Rebecc I'm done take that to the hood [Hook:] I give up [x3]