Frustrated Lyrics - The Plague - Brotha Lynch Hung

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 'cause 

I brought the truck wit me 

And I got the cowl 50 

That's the only thing I trust lately 

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That and my babies 

'cause 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 

'cause I'm hungry 

Confused and half dead and ??? 

Them dark broom niggaz 

Spark the room niggaz 

Start to finish niggaz 

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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 

'cause 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 

'cause it's frustratin 

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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