Til The End

Nobody dead knew they would die before they woke

It 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 open of intensions of fulfillin your visions

Constantly sidetracked thinking about who's your man and who isn't

Maybe its necessary, maybe you're overreacting

Maybe your actual downfall is that hole that you clappin'

Maybe ya pullin conversations that are controllin ya actions

Maybe your homie overheard and never told you what happened

You look behind you when you turn the corna

Cause death has promised ya you seen some niggas go before ya

N' threats are honest…n with that lingering in the back of ya head

Ya know it's possible that you wont make back in ya bed

The confusion of jealously and dishonor'll spin ya

But there's nothing that hurt worse then when that gun powders in ya

If you my nigga you my nigga till the end (whoa)

Fuck a bill, fuck a bitch, fuck a benz (my friend....whoa)

Let's toast till we die

Roll up the weed and blow the smoke in the sky (na na na)

If you my nigga you my nigga till we go (whoa)

One of the few I would take a bullet fo (my neegaaaro...whoa)

Let's toast till we die

Roll up the weed and blow the smoke in the sky (na na na)

The smell of marijuana reeks off me

I raise hell before I speak softl

Caught in the mix

Put at least a hundred grand on one and bought him a six

Acknowledged the weaknesses that his man he taught him to fix

We aint never left the hood so we cam corded the trips

I've done watched a nigga go from BET to the bricks…shit

Her slanted eyes with ya chocolate Thai gave me

Im a bachelor... nigga u aint knockin my lady

A lot of these niggas been jockin mine lately

N' I hope you catch the long nap, rock-a-bye baby (gun shot)

When 2 brothers, pushed outta different mamas

Close enough to conflict or put this shit behind us

ya baby boy made the big time

Hoes is watching n' these niggas trying to get mine

Remember back then with lines n' ya flattop

Hoping ya moms aint the mama on crack rock

If you my nigga you my nigga till the end (whoa)

Fuck a bill, fuck a bitch, fuck a benz (my friend....whoa)

Let's toast till we die

Roll up the weed and blow the smoke in the sky (na na na)

If you my nigga you my nigga till we go (whoa)

One of the few I would take a bullet fo (my neegaaaro...whoa)

Let's toast till we die

Roll up the weed and blow the smoke in the sky (na na na)

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

There's frustration and fire if you look in my eye

The media fuckin me up, right hookin my high

Niggas hated on us before the game took us inside

then they opened their arms wide took the whoopin' n' cried

I got a platinum plaque hangin' on the wall in my crib

And handsome is one of the things they've been callin the kid

They watch you close when you coppin all those VS stones

If you ain't tryin' to get it poppin leave the BS home

I've got us a ditty broad that gives thee best dome

And im 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 im getting money from the line out in front the club

My whole click caked up, u can't compare the doe

And if its only one bitch don't even share a hoe

If you my nigga you my nigga till the end (whoa)

Fuck a bill, fuck a bitch, fuck a benz (my friend....whoa)

Let's toast till we die

Roll up the weed and blow the smoke in the sky (na na na)

If you my nigga you my nigga till we go (whoa)

One of the few I would take a bullet fo (my neegaaaro...whoa)

Let's toast till we die

Roll up the weed and blow the smoke in the sky (na na na)

If you my nigga you my nigga till the end (Whoaaaaaaaaa)

My friennnnnnd (Whoaaaaaaaa)

Na na na

If you my nigga you my nigga till we go (Whoaaaaaaaaa)

My nee-ga-row (Whoaaaaaaaaa)

Na na na