Til The End - Lloyd Banks

Nobody there 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 niggaz 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 wreaks often

I raise hell 'fore I speak softly, quotin the Knicks

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 niggaz been jockin mine lately

And I hope you catch the long and that 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 niggaz tryin to get mine

Remember back then the lines in your flat top

Hopin your moms ain’t the momma on crack rock

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

Niggaz 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. my friend)

la da da

(If you my nigga you my nigga til we go. my niggarole)

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la da da