BROTHA LYNCH HUNG AND DOOMSDAY PRODUCTIONS

BROTHA LYNCH HUNG AND DOOMSDAY PRODUCTIONS - Frustrated lyrics

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Hey doom niggaz

Come get drunk wit me

Is it alright?

[Verse 1]

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 wit me

Good luck wit me

I'm buck 50

Don't worry about trouble cuz

I brought the truck wit me

And I got the cowl 50

That's the only thing I trust lately

That and my babies

Cuz they aint old enough to turn on me

After it's ??

Like these paperplate ass niggaz

And these lyin ass bitches

All I need is me

The rest of you all can die in these ditches

I be a broke motherfucka

Trenchcoat motherfucka

Cut throat plus I'm motherless

Your stomach can't stomach this

My stomach is rumblin

Cuz I'm hungry

Confused and half dead and ???

Them dark broom niggaz

Spark the room niggaz

Start to finish niggaz

Then my heart diminish niggaz

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

[Chorus:]

Sometimes I get so high

That's how I cope with life

When things aint goin right I'm frustrated

Fuck you for judging me

Mind yours and let me be

Why can't you niggaz see I'm frustrated

[Verse 2]

My attitude is shitty

When I aint got no motherfuckin money

When I'm hungry

And can't put a damn thang in my stomach

What's frustrating

I'm havin problems with my old lady

And lately she been against me and hatin

Sayin fuck it

I got to keep it ruggish and thuggish

Mean muggin kissin and huggin

I aint got time for that fuckin dumb shit

It's time to kick it and get it twisted

With my homies and some bitches

That's the deall

Everybody straight fuckin

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 and bitches

And I believe that pussy belong to dick

And you already know I hate the fuck out of faggots

Powderpuff, twinkletoes, catch blows to the nose

I don't think God meant for niggaz

to bump big heads and take it up the asshole

Got to keep it real

No longer debatin

This is how I feel

I'm upset and frustrated

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]

I'm fixin to knock shit out the box

And be a rabid dog

Bounce bitches off walls

Kill 'em all

Cuz 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 obsticles

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 thang

For years and big money aint came

But I'm tryin to be patient

I'm still waiting

Bout to break up and shake up shit

Cuz it's frustratin

[Playboy 7 Talking]

Shit man I'm tired of bein so motherfuckin 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 vasoline, 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

Kelloggs ass niggaz

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

Got the motherfuckin boss fuckin 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 motherfuckin 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

Everytime it seems like I'm gonna come up

Somethin always slaps me in the face

Wether it be a Po-Po or a fuckin ho

Ho ass niggaz not these hoes

I trust no bitch

Done learned that a long time ago

Wish I had my motherfuckin pappy with me next time

And give a nigga some knowledge

Teach a nigga somethin

That nigga flaked off when I was 13

Ho ass motherfucka

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

Tired of bein broke

Worried about my momma and thangs

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

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