Throwing It All Away Songtext
von Journalist

Ayo, sittin′ in the spot goin' through it
Anger rush through my ligaments
Hundred shot tec in my lap, I put the clip in it
Trigger finger itchin′ to leave somebody with disfigurement
As I think to myself, how I get in this predicament?
It all started back in the club, I was rappin' to Chubb
And had some words with this crack's and thug
In my face makin′ a scene as if I′d piss off
He had a little too much cranberry and Smirnoff
So I said, "Look here, boss, why the Bruce Lee grill?
Why the reason you showin' off for these bougie girls?
I don′t know you, but to be real, I brought steel
In case you wanna dance tonight like Lucy Pearl
But I'm nice as the hands, boy
Don′t have a problem with lettin' you and your man snore
On the side of the dance floor" By that time, the bouncers came over
Told Chubb to pull the Range closer
In case I gotta push your brain over
I seen him at the let out, he had no dialogue
(-Gunshots-) Still some shots fired off
Hit the expressway to escape a pursuit
Got a call from this chick I was fuckin′, she gave me the scoop
Said that she dealt with one of the boyz
He told her once before, he would love to see me slumped on the floor
My first run-in with war, why he wantin' to war?
But then again, never believe words that's comin′ from a whore
Heard that I was in the game by the name Journalist
And I ain′t deserve returnin' it, so his hate was permanent
But I wasn′t concerned with it, so I hung up the Sprint phone
Put the gat back on my hipbone, then I went home


I'm ′bout to throw it all away with this shit I'm goin′ through
But if it's time for me to ride, then that's what I′m gon′ do
I try to spend my days just killin' these tracks
But every few steps I take, the streets pullin′ me back
'Bout to throw it all away with this shit I′m goin' through
But if it′s time for me to ride, then that's what I'm gon′ do
I try to spend my days just killin′ these tracks
But every few steps I take, the streets pullin' me back

The very next day, I called Kabbalo
Told him I had a problem at the bar, so
Load up the car, yo, with semi-autos
Bring the heaviest cargo, they think ′cause I spit bars
I'm a bitch, dog? Somebody lacin′ up they Marlboros
Told me they'll be there in a few
But in the meantime, hit the chair with
A brew and try to clair′ up my view
That's when I sat with this "Don't look," rememberin′ how homes look
Flippin′ star tracks, started scrollin' through the phone book
Lookin′ for this thin ho's info
Damn, my mental was overworked like the pistons on a Pinto
Then I heard a knock on my window
Corey, Butter and Karl, and few of my brothers in all
Hours later, everybody had on burners and scarves
Still, this bitch wasn′t returnin' my calls, so fuck it
We hopped in the squad and cruised to the hood and
Dressed in dickie suits and tools in our hip, lookin′ like hood men
'Bout to leave them hoes down, but when we pulled 'round
Not a soul found, sort of like ghost town
So we sat on the strip and waited
Time flew by, and so did some cops, so after that, we skated
A few days later, on a two-way pager
The broad hit me back how some dude sprayed Raid up
Gave him twelve gin and shots, puttin′ ′em all in his top
Caught him at his woman's spot, drunk off of lemon drop
Word on the street is that I murdered the victim
And the incident at the club was my purpose to clip him
Though I′m innocent, my first reaction is hide the weaponry
Before the cops come in and question me 'bout an accessory
Tryin′ to get deeper to the core
I'm sayin′ to myself that I ain't need this, not a week before my tour
Got a page from my homies sayin' that we was goin′ to war
Apparently one of them niggas sent the reaper to my boy
That′s when I threw the beeper to the floor
Gun in my lap, 'bout to send one of them cats to meet the Lord

I can′t believe I'm goin′ through this shit before the tour, man

I'm ′bout to throw it all away with this shit I'm goin' through
But if it′s time for me to ride, then that′s what I'm gon′ do
I try to spend my days just killin' these tracks
But every few steps I take, the streets pullin′ me back
'Bout to throw it all away with this shit I′m goin' through
But if it's time for me to ride, then that′s what I′m gon' do
I try to spend my days just killin′ these tracks
But every few steps I take, the streets pullin' me back