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Brotha Lynch Hung And Doomsday Production - "Frustrated"
Lyrics to Frustrated : Hey doom niggaz Come get drunk wit me Is it alright' [Verse 1] See what you dont know is Im 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 Im buck 50 Dont worry about trouble cuz I brought the truck wit me And I got the cowl 50 Thats the only thing I trust lately That and my babies Cuz they aint old enough to turn on me After its '' 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 Im motherless Your stomach cant stomach this My stomach is rumblin Cuz Im hungry Confused and half dead and ''' Them dark broom niggaz Spark the room niggaz Start to finish niggaz Then my heart diminish niggaz So lets 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 its all the same [Chorus:] Sometimes I get so high Thats how I cope with life When things aint goin right Im frustrated Fuck you for judging me Mind yours and let me be Why cant you niggaz see Im frustrated [Verse 2] My attitude is shitty When I aint got no motherfuckin money When Im hungry And cant put a damn thang in my stomach Whats frustrating Im 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 Its time to kick it and get it twisted With my homies and some bitches Thats the deall Everybody straight fuckin Its fucked up when a big mouth slut Fucks it up for the rest of us Shes a cousin to us Nobody wants to fuck with her Shes 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 dont 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 Im upset and frustrated [Chorus] [Verse 3] Im 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 its 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) Dont 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 Im tryin to be patient Im still waiting Bout to break up and shake up shit Cuz its frustratin [Playboy 7 Talking] Shit man Im tired of bein so motherfuckin broke If I wasnt so broke I could take care of my mama and my kinfolk But Im just stuck out here By my damn self Thought I had family out here But they done fucked me Didnt even use no vasoline, none Ass still hurtin Trust in motherfuckers Rollin around with homies You know what Im sayin Thinkin they hard thinkin they down Flake out like some corn flakes Kelloggs ass niggaz Man a nigga like me just cant work at no motherfuckin 9-5 job Got the motherfuckin boss fuckin off And Im doin most of the work gettin paid bullshit I come in there on time and do my shit and I still get paid shit Dont even have enough money to pay my motherfuckin rent I gotta do a little hustle Shit man, theres a black and a white side Is there a gray area' Im lookin for it Everytime it seems like Im 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 Im a whup yo ass too nigga Tired of bein broke Worried about my momma and thangs Thinkin about homies thats dead and gone up in the pen Motherfuckers thats fixin to go to the pen I just see it Feels like Im just wastin my breath for some of the homies though I just dont even know what to do no more man Man fuck this shit Fuck it, Im through [ Frustrated Lyrics ]
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