DJ Quik, Wanya Morris - 50 Ways lyrics

Why you keep givin me cards I can't keep?
I throw these two back, you
Throw me two more, they're so cheap
I couldn't get the winning hand that
I wanted in my sleep
Cause when the dream get good
I get trampled by sheep
Nightmares, even when I'm walkin in day
I'm havin dreams that I'm runnin but
There's smoke in the way
And there's this man in a suit, he
Take a toke and he say
"You have a promise that you made
And you broke it today"
Now which part of this movie
Here did I just miss?
Did I really sell my soul
To this big red bitch?
I don't think what you got
To offer is really enough
For cars sex and houses, money and stuff
I'd rather be broke and own
Nothin but piece of mind
And a Benz, and a house
And a nine-deuce-nine
On top, help me out before I sink the boat
There's gotta be more than 50
Ways to keep afloat
Cause I feel like I'm suffocatin
I can't breathe
I wanna go, but I'm too afraid to leave
Take me with you Mausie
I know you're seein somethin grand
As you fade away
And you gently release my hand
And it shook my balance
Cause you ain't no more alive
You think I'd see you, if I chewed this 45?
Oh I'd be the first person poppin three
Droppin me
To the abyss, but I miss, what's stoppin me?
I got the pressures of the
WORLD on my little back
My nerves are turnin into jelly
And I'm bout to crack
You think I'm cheatin on my homies
By holdin back? No I really protect them all
Because the truth is wack
Forever bars and forever scars
Bein trapped and dyin young
Makes forever stars
Tell me why am I so hesitant?
And the way life's goin, looks
Like when hell comes, i'ma be a resident

La, la la la - la, la la la
La, la la la - la, la la la

They tell me Quik, suck it up
I'm supposed to
But me and Mausberg was closer than most knew
It ain't dramatized
And it ain't a fuckin act
When you're traumatized
And it ain't no turnin back
When you're so connected
And it's hard to keep your focus
When you're so affected
And it's hard to love again
When you're so neglected - suck it up
I'm 'posed to
That ain't easy for somebody you're close to
Shit see your homey in a coffin
Is so wicked and vivid
It's gon' be harder on all of us
Cause we gon' relive it
Over and over, drunk or sober
From October to October
I steadily feel like I'm gettin knocked over
And all the money in the world
Don't make it better
And a whole bottle of alcohol
Don't make it wetter with a blur and a slur
I'm still callin ya name
And on top of this drama you add fame? Wild
But when you start to bubble then
Your friends they spite you
And if you go to church
Then hip-hop won't like you
I feel like a giant on a worldwide stage
But at the same time trapped
In a real tight cage
With no way out, I play out, then I come back
Cause there's an unwritten law that
Says I can't be wack
So I put on my game face
Go back to the same place
Only to realize that y'all ain't
Got the same taste
Even with somethin new, they look at you cold
And without a hot face, consider you old
And leavin me stressed and broken hearted
How could I be finished with West
Coast rap? I helped start it!