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Lloyd Banks

Til the End

  rap  hip-hop  hip hop  g-unit  gangsta rap
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{*alarm clock goes off, door opens, kids playing*}{*sounds of traffic, gun being loaded, shots fired*}[Verse One: Lloyd Banks]Nobody there knew they would die before they wokeThey probably started off a beautiful day with weed smokeOut of last night`s pussy, the murder that she wroteCold sweatin from a nightmare, mind on a C-noteYou leave the door with intentions of fulfillin your visionsConstantly sidetracked, thinkin bout who`s your man or who isn`tMaybe it`s necessary - maybe you`re overreactinMaybe your actual downfall is that ho that you`re clappinMaybe your pillow conversations been controllin the actionsMaybe your homey overheard and never told you what happenedYou look behind you when you turn the corner, cause death is promisedYou done seen some niggaz go before ya, the threats are honestAnd with that lingerin in the back of your headYou know it`s possible that you won`t make it back in your bedThe confusion and jealousy and dishonor`ll spin yaBut then none come worse than when that gunpowder`s in ya[Chorus: Lloyd Banks]If you my nigga, you my nigga til the endFuck a bill, fuck a bitch, fuck a BenzLet`s toast til we dieRoll up the weed and blow the smoke in the sky - la da daIf you my nigga, you my nigga til we goOne of the few I would take a bullet fo`Let`s toast til we dieRoll up the weed and blow the smoke in the sky - la da da[verse Two: Lloyd Banks]The smell of marijuana wreaks oftenI raise hell `fore I speak softly, quotin the KnicksPut at least a hungred grand on one hand, bought him a 6Acknowledged the weaknesses that his man taught him to fixWe ain`t never left the hood, so we camcorded the tripsI done watched the nigga go from BET to the Bricks, shitThe slanted eyes what the chocolate thai gave meI`m a bachelor, nigga you ain`t knockin my ladyA lot of these niggaz been jockin mine latelyAnd I hope you catch the long and that rock-a-bye babyWe two brothers, pitched outta different mommasClose enough to conflict and put the shit behind usYour baby boy meet the daytimeOldest watchin and these niggaz tryin to get mineRemember back then the lines in your flat topHopin your moms ain`t the momma on crack rock[Chorus][Verse Three: Lloyd Banks]Keep my, mind on my money, and my head to the skyI never really smile much, if you was here you`d know whyThere`s frustration and fire if you look in my eyeThe media fuckin me up, right hookin my highNiggaz hated on us `fore the game took us insideThen they opened they arms wide, took the whoopin and criedI got a platinum plaque hangin on the wall of my cribAnd handsome`s one of the things they been callin the kidThey watch you close when you coppin all the VS stonesIf you ain`t tryin to get it poppin, leave the BS homeI got a saditty broad that gives the best domeAnd I`m blowin on some of the finest weed that`s grown, homesYou won`t know when they gon` dump a slugBut you can tell I`m gettin money from the line out in front the clubMy whole click caked up, you can`t compare the doughAnd if it`s only one bitch, then we gon` share the ho[Chorus][Outro](If you my nigga you my nigga til the end.. my friend){*sounds of children playing*} la da da(If you my nigga you my nigga til we go.. my niggarole).. la da da{*sounds of door opening, alarm clock going off, harmonica playing*}

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