โหลดเพลง mp3 Til The End - Lloyd Banks

Til The End - Lloyd Banks
Written by：Christopher Lloyde/Marshall Mathers/Luis Resto

Nobody dead knew they would die before they woke
Prolly started off a beautiful day with w**d smoke
Outta last nights p**sy the murder that she wrote
Cold sweatin' from a nightmare mind on a c note
You leave the door open
Tensions of fulfillin' your visions
Constantly sidetrack thinkin' about
Whos your man and who isn't
Maybe its necessary maybe your overreactin'
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 coner
'Cause death is promised and you done
Seen some niggas go before ya
The threats honest and with that lingerin'
In the back of your head
You know its possible that
You won't make it back to your bed
The confusion and jealousy and dishonor'll spin ya
But done nothin' hurt worse
Then when that gun powders in ya
If you my ni**a you my ni**a til the end
F**k a bill f**k a b**ch f**k a benz
Lets toast 'til we die
Roll up the w**d and blow the smoke in the sky

If you my ni**a you my ni**a til' we go

One of the few I would take a bullet for
Lets toast 'til we die

Roll up the w**d and blow the smoke to the sky

The smell of m*******a reiks off me
I raise hell before I speak softly callin' the next
Put atleast 100 grand on one hand bought em six
Aknowledge 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 ni**a go from bet to the bricks sh*t
Her slanted eyes with the chocolate thighs take me
I'mma bachelor ni**a 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 mama's
Close enough to conflict and put this sh*t behind us
Your baby boy made the big time
Hoes is watchin' and these niggas try'na get mine
Remember back then the lines in your flattop
Hoppin' your moms ain't the mama on crack rock

If you my ni**a you my ni**a 'til the end
F**k a bill f**k a b**ch f**k a benz
Lets toast 'til we die
Roll up the w**d and blow the smoke in the sky

If you my ni**a you my ni**a 'til we go
One of the few I would take a bullet for
Lets toast 'til we die
Roll up the w**d and blow the smoke to the sky

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 f**kin' 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 platnium plaque hangin on the wall in my crib
And handsomes one of the things they been callin' the kid
They watch you close when you coppin' 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 w**d
Thats grown holmes
You won't 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 can't compare the dough
And if its only one b**ch don't even share a hoe
If you my ni**a you my ni**a 'til the end
F**k a bill f**k a b**ch f**k a benz
Lets toast til we die

Roll up the w**d and blow the smoke in the sky

If you my ni**a you my ni**a 'til we go
One of the few I would take a bullet for
Lets toast til we die
Roll up the w**d and blow the smoke to the sky

If you my ni**a you my ni**a til the end

F*ck drain

If you my ni**a you my ni**a til we go

F*ck ni**a role