Lloyd Banks - Til The End Lyrics
Lloyd BanksTil the End*Alarm Clock**Gun Shots*Verse 1:Nobody dead knew they would die before they wokeProlly started off a beautiful day with weed smokeOutta last nights ***** the murder that she wroteCold sweatin from a nightmare, mind on a C-noteYou leave the door open, tensions of fulfillin your visionsConstantly sidetrack thinkin about whos your man and who isntMaybe its necessary maybe your overreactinMaybe your actual downfalls that hoe that you clappinMaybe your pillow conversations been controllin your actionsMaybe your homie overheard and never told you what happenedYou look behind you when you turn the conerCause death is promised and you done seen some niggas go before yaThe threats honest, and with that lingerin in the back of your headYou know its possible that you wont make it back to your bedThe confusion and jealousy and dishonor'll spin yaBut done nothin hurt worse then when that gun powders in yaChorus:If you my nigga, you my nigga til the end***** a bill ***** a ***** ***** a BenzLets toast til we dieRoll up the weed and blow the smoke in the skyIf you my nigga, you my nigga til we goOne of the few I would take a bullet forLets toast til we dieRoll up the weed and blow the smoke to the skyVerse 2:The smell of Marijuana reiks off meI raise hell before I speak softly callin the nextPut atleast 100 grand on one hand bought em sixAknowledge the weaknesses that his man taught him to fixWe aint never left the hood so we cam-corder the tripsI done watch the nigga go from BET to the bricks, shitHer slanted eyes with the chocolate thighs take meIma bachelor nigga you aint knockin my ladyAlota these niggas been jockin mine latelyAnd I hope they catch the long nap and not rock-a-bye babyWhen two brothas pushed outta different mama'sClose enough to conflict and put this shit behind usYour baby boy made the big timeHoes is watchin and these niggas tryna get mineRemember back then the lines in your flattopHoppin your moms aint the mama on crack rockChorusVerse 3:I keep my mind on my money and my head to the skyI never really smile much if you was here youd know whyIts frustration and fire if you look in my eyeThe media *****in me up, right hookin my highNiggas hated on us for the game took us insideThen they opened they arms wide took the whoppin and criedI got a platnium plaque hangin on the wall in my cribAnd handsomes one of the things they been callin the kidThey watch you close when you coppin all them VS stonesIf you aint tryna get it poppin leave the BS homeI got us a Diddy broad that gives the best domeAnd im blowin on some of the finest weed thats grown holmesYou wont know when they gon' dump a slugBut you can tell im gettin money from line out the front the clubMy whole click caked up, you cant compare the doughAnd if its only one ***** dont even share a hoeChoruswhoaaaa whoaaaaaLa La La*Alarm Clock*
