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Текст песни Big Syke - Till the End

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Verse 1:As I, reminisce about the old days,The OJs, Devon `n Kase,Bumpin` grindin` in the hallwaysBack in school, I broke the rules,I ran wid fools I paid my duesI do anything to be coolIt`s funny how time fliesIn the blink of an eye,Ya see years of ya life go passin` byAs I try to maintain,I break the chainsWeed smoke in my brain,Just to ease the painI recall it was a black thang, a mack gameNow it`s either gangbang or livin` in the crack gameMercy mercy meeee, not to curse me,Just cause it hurts me,To see my people out ah work doin` dirtMoney comes disperse drain an accountant for what it`s worth,Poverty stricken environments,Lead to early retirementsDrugs moved into the ghetto by the governmentI`m back by popular demand,A easy hundred grand,Made Marvin Gaye feel like a troubled manSchemes calculating dreams made on triple beamsSo it seems all things is for the greenVerse 2:It`s just the way it`s gon` be till I dieThis gangsta life, who ride throw up setsIt`s for the evil mind,Living our lives sayin` he`s a friend of mineHad these niggas wanna smoke me in the blink of the eye tell me why?Retaliatin` waitin` in the bushes wid the CalicoReload and ready to go hit the floorRide on young hogs get ya bang on,And make sure you got ya zonesGet ya slang on, ya caine onIt`s a meetin` a short greetin`Nobody`s leavin`, till we see some body leakin`Some deady bodies bleedin`,And every place we roll we get a G-strollPunks jump up to get beat down and T rowed(Big Syke)We commence to smash, get the cash, that`s all we wantedWid desire expired cause every hood is hauntedBy killas and jackers, tryna make it as a street hogBustin` out a coupe in the smog....Verse 3:As I begin to put `em in bagsI`m taking drags from the shrimpStake that sweat, like a bitch`s clitBut I gotta keep it lit,Don`t split just take another hitMan slug to ya fuckin` dome,And now ya spirit and soulHas got nowhere to fuckin` roam,I be the one that is ready to battle invitin` the one to come try meWho in the fuck ever said that A-Roc was bad as evil a crimeyAnd goin` through bottle it harm wid dice bitch to your fuckin` throatHe`s dead and he`s gone goody bye, so you know that is all he wroteSo bon voyage to those that stand around it`s time to breakIf not you`ll be another fucking victim`s life I takeWhen I was born I came along wid a pair of big ass nutsI smoking `em all so fuck the rest of all you rappin` mutts(Big Syke)Our future`s been dark since little locs in the parkWeak appetites searchin` for a light but none in sightI know God see a nigga in this turmoil and suspenseTrapped in this gutter residence..(?????)Fuck friends and gets my endz is all I knowI can`t trust no nigga, so you know I damn so can`t trust no hoe,Cash been hard to find since `89, been a steady grindAlways involved, in major crime(????)I got a crew that`ll rush a chosen few to stay trueTill the end gettin` our revenues and payin` duesStill tow this money, payback for murdered buddiesNow things is bloody, time to play `em like putty,Gots to give me my props cause we comes deepHard rock lettin the evil mind be known on your streetVerse 4: Big SykeCause me and my row dogs everything we did as kids was for the turf,Tryna make it work, and my woman`s gettin` her feelings hurtSee that`s my row dog and you my row puppy,Not likin` him and sweatin` me`s making shit crazyHazy days wid penetentiary ways don`t make me chooseCemetary dates, escalate, so you know you loseI`m cruisin` through chaos, drivin` through hell countyDisappear off the earth, only my row dog can find meAlways on the side of me in danger parlayin` on betta daysTo the Oak we`ll stay down forever to our dyin` days,I pray to Yahweh every night to lead us right acrossWhoever go first, don`t let the other get lostPlayaboss is what we call ourselfSoon as we got a taste ah wealthNow we satelite niggaz wid a bigger aresenal on our shelf,Trained and schooled by Gs, death before dishonorShakin` fleas, fuck wid these you a goner, my East partnerOn my side when we ride in synchronized formation,Making hits, pullin` licks, building our reputationIn the hood from a tiny to a G-hog,Nothing comes closer nigga,Than me and my road dogs.

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