Ron Browz - Thoughts of Suicide lyrics

{*a lighter clicks, a gun co*ks, then a sample plays in reverse*} [Ca$his] Lies in the game, how I entertain The last lines of the next Kurt Cobain Standin in the mirror with a .9 at my brain Most rap guys wanna die for the fame Supposed to die young cause, I'm in the gang And I can't change cause, I entertain Can sniff three verses through lines of 'caine You just realized that, I'm insane I'm enraged, engaged in a war with ways They can have me spray shots off the stage If I die like Malcolm will you feel my pain? Or just cry like a b**h while I lay in my grave? If I die like 'Pac, cause I yearn to bang You discredit me, like I never learned a thang If I die like Big would you praise my rhymes? And give me the spot, "Best of All Time" If I die in N.Y. will the West Coast ride And the beef not stop 'til, hip-hop die Will a n***a who don't, understand that line Try and damage my safety, in N.Y.? Will the rap game embrace me cause I got sk**? Or for the lies of that man, will I get k**ed n***a? [Hook: Ca$his] I'm just gettin high, gettin high Think of suicide, suicide I'm just gettin high, gettin high Think of suicide, suicide I'm just gettin high, gettin high I think of suicide, suicide [Ca$his] Will the crimes of my youth, come back to haunt me? By the time I shoot, will my father want me? When I tour will my girl be-come a who*e? And I come back home and can't f** her raw If I walked on stage like, "fu*k the law!" Will the hip-hop cops try and k** my squad? Will the n***as on my team really ride like they say? Or push me in the shots, he gon' die anyway Is n***as really jealous, cause I got shine? Is it envy from the fellas, cause I got signed? Will the whole hood hate, cause I speak my mind? Will I die for a rhyme before I reach my prime? If I k** my b**h like Robert Blake Do I got enough money, to beat the case? If I crash out, right before I end the race And die, 'fore I come out, would you feel my pain? I'm almost to a point, where I can't be saved My mindstate, at a place, where it can't be changed Laws got a n***a stuck like he can't get break But I gotta back up, all the sh** I say It's lies in the game, how I entertain The last lines of the next Kurt Cobain Standin in the mirror with a .9 at my brain Most rap guys wanna die for the fame [Hook]