Lloyd Banks - Til The End |
Til The End
Lloyd Banks Till the End Nobody dead knew they would die before they woke Prolly started off a beautiful day with weed smoke Outta last night's pussy the murder that she wrote Cold sweatin from a nightmare, mind on a C-note You leave the door open, tensions of fulfilling your visions Constantly sidetrack thinkin about who your man is and who isn't Maybe its necessary maybe your overreacting Maybe your actual downfalls that hoe that you clappin Maybe your pillow conversations been controllin your actions Maybe your homie overheard and never told you what happened You look behind you when you turn the corner Cause death is promised and you done seen some niggas go before ya The threats honest, and with that lingering in the back of your head You know its possible that you wont make it back to your bed The confusion and jealousy and dishonor'll spin ya But done nothing hurt worse then when that gun powders in ya If you my nigga, you my nigga till the end Fuck a bill fuck a bitch fuck a Benz Lets toast till we die Roll up the weed and blow the smoke in the sky If you my nigga, you my nigga till we go One of the few I would take a bullet for Lets toast till we die Roll up the weed and blow the smoke to the sky The smell of Marijuana reiks off me I raise hell before I speak softly callin the next Put at least 100 grand on one hand bought em six Acknowledge the weaknesses that his man taught him to fix We ain't never left the hood so we cam-corder the trips I done watch the nigga go from BET to the bricks, shit Her slanted eyes with the chocolate thighs take me I'm a bachelor nigga you ain't knockin my lady A lot a these niggas been jockin mine lately And I hope they catch the long nap and not rock-a-bye baby When two brothas pushed outta different mamas Close enough to conflict and put this shit behind us Your baby boy made the big time Hoes is watchin and these niggas tryna get mine Remember back then the lines in your flattop Hoppin your moms ain't the mama on crack rock I 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 Its frustration and fire if you look in my eye The media fuckin me up, right hookin my high Niggas hated on us for the game took us inside Then they opened they arms wide took the whoppin and cried I got a platinum plaque hangin on the wall in my crib And handsome one of the things they been callin the kid They watch you close when you copping all them VS stones If you ain't tryna get it poppin leave the BS home I got us a Diddy broad that gives the best dome And I'm blowin on some of the finest weed that's grown Holmes You wont know when they gon' dump a slug But you can tell I'm gettin money from line out the front the club My whole click caked up, you cant compare the dough And if its only one bitch don't even share a hoe whoa whoa La La La. |