Til The End
(专辑: The Hunger For More - 2004)
Nobody dead knew they would die before they woke They probably started off a
beautiful day with weed smoke Out of last night's pussy, the
murder that she wrote Cold sweatin from a
nightmare, mind on a
C-note You leave the
door with intentions of fulfillin your visions Constantly sidetracked, thinkin bout who's your man or who isn't Maybe it's necessary – maybe you're overreactin Maybe your actual downfall is that ho that you're clappin Maybe your pillow conversations been controllin the
actions Maybe your homey overheard and never told you what happened You look behind you when you turn the
corner, cause death is promised You done seen some niggas go before ya, the
threats are honest And with that lingerin in the
back of your head You know it's possible that you won't make it back in your bed The
confusion and jealousy and dishonor'll spin ya But then none come worse than when that gunpowder's in ya If you my nigga, you my nigga til the
end Fuck a
bill, fuck a
bitch, fuck a
Benz Let's toast til we die Roll up the
weed and blow the
smoke in the
sky – la da da If you my nigga, you my nigga til we go One of the
few I
would take a
bullet fo' Let's toast til we die Roll up the
weed and blow the
smoke in the
sky – la da da The
smell of marijuana reeks off me I
raise hell 'fore I
speak softly, caught in the
mix Put at least a
hungred grand on one hand, bought him a 6
Acknowledged the
weaknesses that his man taught him to fix We ain't never left the
hood, so we camcorded the
trips I
done watched the
nigga go from BET to the
Bricks, shit The
slanted eyes what the
chocolate thai gave me I'm a
bachelor, nigga you ain't knockin my lady A
lot of these niggas been jockin mine lately And I
hope you catch this long nap, rock-a-bye baby We two brothers, pitched outta different mommas Close enough to conflict and put the
shit behind us Your baby boy meet the
daytime Oldest watchin and these niggas tryin to get mine Remember back then the
lines in your flat top Hopin your moms ain't the
momma on crack rock If you my nigga, you my nigga til the
end Fuck a
bill, fuck a
bitch, fuck a
Benz Let's toast til we die Roll up the
weed and blow the
smoke in the
sky – la da da If you my nigga, you my nigga til we go One of the
few I
would take a
bullet fo' Let's toast til we die Roll up the
weed and blow the
smoke in the
sky – la da da Keep my, mind on my money, and my head to the
sky I
never really smile much, if you was here you'd know why There's frustration and fire if you look in my eye The
media fuckin me up, right hookin my high Niggas hated on us 'fore the
game took us inside Then they opened they arms wide, took the
whoopin and cried I
got a
platinum plaque hangin on the
wall of my crib And handsome's one of the
things they been callin the
kid They watch you close when you coppin all the
VS stones If you ain't tryin to get it poppin, leave the
BS home I
got a
saditty broad that gives the
best dome And I'm blowin on some of the
finest weed that's grown, homes You won't know when they gon' dump a
slug But you can tell I'm gettin money from the
line out in front the
club My whole click caked up, you can't compare the
dough And if it's only one bitch, then we gon' share the
ho If you my nigga, you my nigga til the
end Fuck a
bill, fuck a
bitch, fuck a
Benz Let's toast til we die Roll up the
weed and blow the
smoke in the
sky – la da da If you my nigga, you my nigga til we go One of the
few I
would take a
bullet fo' Let's toast til we die Roll up the
weed and blow the
smoke in the
sky – la da da (If you my nigga you my nigga til the
end.. my friend) La da da (If you my nigga you my nigga til we go.. my niggarole) La da da