Til The End (Album Version (Explicit))

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 smell 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 in 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) .. la da da