Blood On The Wall Lyrics - Padded Room - Joe Budden

How many nigga's fell victim to the streets? 

Rest in peace y'all nigga, this is heaven for a G 

I'd be a liar if I told you I that never thought of death 

My nigga, we the last ones left 

How many nigga's fell victim to the streets? 

Rest in peace y'all nigga, this is heaven for a 

I'd be a liar if I told you I that never thought of death 

My nigga, we the last ones left but life goes on 

And I ain't gonna stop 'til a nigga see blood on the wall 

Maybe it started with the rims on the whip 

I lost a Hummer pushed the Benz through the strip 

I'll swim with the fish before I lend nigga's shit 

'Cause personally they ain't worth the phlegm that I spit 

That's why sometimes I think the end's comin' quick 

My old ass father shot twins out his dick 

So if they so happen to come up without an older brother 

Won't be alone 'cause comin' up at least they'll have each other 

At least they'll have one another 'cause life's a motherfucker 

But while I'm here, my only job is not to see 'em suffer 

Through dope boys shootouts, stickups and under covers 

The world is full of suckers but don't worry I'm your buffer 

Buffer, like I shoulda been for BJ 

But he never listened to nothin' we say 

It was half past twelve midnight on a weekday 

Not even twenty hours past his release date 

This nigga hit him up four times 

One hit the heart and that hit my heart 

Called his pops, nigga's pick the phone up 

So he come find his son lyin' in his own blood 

On that block that we ran through 

House we grew up in corner we would post on 

Shot dead in front of nigga's we would be with 

So how the fuck nobody see shit 

And so I'm there to be a brother to his brother lucky 

'Cause in the belly of the beast I know this shit get ugly 

Get on my knees and have a convo with the Lord above me 

Maybe sometimes I hear it wrong and think he's sayin' fuck me 

Only he can judge me careless what they think about me 

'Cause honestly I'd be aight if no one ever loved me 

I write I only fear Joe in blood smeared slow on my brain 

By my earlobe 

And I ain't gonna stop 'til a nigga see blood on the wall 

All I tried do is raised the bar 

See my weeks is scabbed up, days are scarred 

Still I love to see a motherfucker hate from far 

More they talk bout me the more I pray for y'all 

I mean I don't get how prodigy gon' acknowledge me 

When the nigga bout as big as an apostrophe 

For him to possibly think that he as hot as me 

It's far from a prophecy, it's more like a mockery 

Used to be hip hop to me 'fore you bombarded me 

With everythin' ass like sodomy, it's gotta be drugs 

Four fifths and snubs what's that about 

Nigga, you cant lift the guns that you rappin' 'bout 

Real talk I can't front on your old shit 

Now you just old as shit, now old and sick 

Instead of holdin' my dick, here's a better way 

Never mind me, worry 'bout your medicate 

Shits so unfair, nigga beefs carried your ass your whole career 

Wanna blog? Here's a reason how the fucks murda music 

Anybody ever dissed this nigga is still breathin' 

Jay Z, Saigon, Nas already peeled him 

Tupac, he ain't alive but you ain't kill him 

Fifty signs the bum only 'cause where he was from 

Put his stamp on a nigga and still nobody feels him 

Not a murderer or gangsta robber 

Washed up nineties nigga now a gangsta blogger 

Me that underground flow strike like the pound blow 

Your sounds old, not even worth a download 

I would have nigga's hunt you like a hounds nose 

Problem is you pussy the whole town knows 

So why let the body count grow 

For some fiend out nigga now starrin' in the clown show 

And I ain't gonna stop 'til a nigga see blood on the wall