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brotha lynch hung – frustrated lyrics

[brotha lynch hung: talking]
hey doom n-gg-z
come get drunk wit me
is it alright?

[brotha lynch hung]
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 f-ck 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 cal.50
that’s the only thing i trust lately
that and my babies
’cause they aint old enough to turn on me
after this gravy,
like these paper plate -ss n-gg-z
and these lyin -ss b-tches
all i need is me
the rest of you all can die in these ditches
i be a broke motherf-cka
trench coat motherf-cka
cut throat plus i’m motherless
and your stomach can’t stomach this
my stomach is rumblin
’cause i’m hungry
confused and half dead. one of them…
them dark broom n-gg-z
spark the room n-gg-z
start to finish n-gg-z
my heart diminish n-gg-z
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
f-ck you for judging me
mind yours and let me be
why can’t you n-gg-z see i’m frustrated

[pit]
my att-tude is sh-tty
when i aint got no motherf-ckin money
when i’m hungry
and can’t put a d-mn thang in my stomach
what’s frustratin
i’m havin problems with my old lady
and lately she been against me and hatin
sayin f-ck it
i got to keep it ruggish and thuggish
mean muggin, kissin and huggin
i aint got time for this f-ckin love sh-t
it’s time to kick it and get it twisted
with my homies and some b-tches
that’s the deal
everybody straight f-ckin
it’s f-cked up when a big mouth sl-t
f-cks it up for the rest of us
she’s a costing to us
n-body wants to f-ck with her
she’s the ugly one
i hate p-ssy lickin b-tches
i believe p-ssy belong to d-ck
you already know i hate the f-ck out of f-ggots
powder puff, twinkle toes, catch blows to the nose
i don’t think god meant for n-gg-z
to b-mp d-ck heads and take it up the -sshole
got to keep it real
no longer debatin
this is how i feel
i’m upset and frustrated

[eklypss]
i’m fixin to knock sh-t out the box
and be a rabid dog
bounce b-tches off walls
kill ’em all
’cause i been strugglin like tug of war
since i was born in this wicked -ss world
now it’s time to let loose and get the juice
showin the steel toed boots
and flip the loops
avoid all obsticles
well face ’em head up
n-gg- man up
what the f-ck, you scared or what?
i hit the bottom when my pops died
what f-cked me up most is when moms cried
had to keep my composure (hold it in)
don’t let her behold her (emotions)
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 sh-t
’cause it’s frustratin

[playboy 7: talking]
sh-t man i’m tired of bein so motherf-ckin 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 d-mn self
thought i had family out here
but they done f-cked me
didn’t even use no vasoline, none
-ss still hurtin
trustin motherf-ckers
rollin around with homies
you know what i’m sayin
thinkin they hard, thinkin they down
flake out like some corn clakes
kelloggs -ss n-gg-z
i don’t what the f-ck to do anymore
man a n-gg- like me just can’t work at no motherf-ckin 9-5 job
got the motherf-ckin boss f-ckin off
and i’m doin most of the work gettin paid bullsh-t
i come in there on time,
do my sh-t and then i still get paid sh-t
don’t even have enough money to pay my motherf-ckin rent
i gotta do a little hustle
sh-t 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
whether it be a po-po or a f-ckin ho
ho -ss n-gg-z not these hoes
i trust no b-tch
done learned that a long time ago
wish i had my motherf-ckin pappy on the side of me
and give a n-gg- some knowledge
teach a n-gg- somethin
that n-gg- flaked off when i was 13
ho -ss motherf-cka
and if i find you i’m a whup yo -ss too n-gg-
tired of bein broke
worried about my momma and thangs
thinkin about homies that’s dead and gone up in the pen
motherf-ckers 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 f-ck this sh-t
f-ck it, i’m through

- brotha lynch hung lyrics

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