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Point of No Return

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Текст песни The Wreckshop Family - Point of No Return

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(*singing*)[Hook - 2x]I`m at the point, of no returnCaught up in this game, everybody know my nameI got, money to burn[Ronnie Spencer]I`ve been struggling, started off with nothingEverybody know me, as the one to do thangs for freeRight now, I`m on the grindSee you got yours, I gotta get mineSee the most high, gave me a signHe said son, it`s your time[Hook - 2x][Dirty $]I`m at the crossroad in my life, and baby it`s do or dieFall or floss, small or cry could mean slow suicideOn these streets scratching for my keep, grinding for my peopleWhen you`re not treated equal, it`s so hard to live legalWill my seed deceive em, to this never ending sagaFascinated by cash cars, and clothes just like our papaTaking mo` gambles than Pac did, in pursuit of the dollaOn the verge of crapping out, from money and powerHaving big body dreams, and wood grain wishesTrying to taste the good life, cause it looks so deliciousMan the pressure`s tremendous, so I smoke on spinachTrying to find some piece of mind, than get caught from behindMashing for the finish line, in this cruel millenniumMake mo` shine than lime, I`m spending more than timeRocking pie with dimes, keep the top reclinedUse to be caught up in grind, now addicted to rhyme[Hook - 2x][Ronnie Spencer]Never turn my back, on what`s real to meThat`s my love, for my Wreckshop familyI had my share of likes, up`s and down`sAnd thank goodness, I`m still aroundNever could, make it on my ownWhen I`m looking in the sky, and I`m feeling so flyBut though one day, you`re hereThen the next day, you`re gone[Tyte Eyez]I`m at the point of no return, and ain`t no looking backCause there`s ends I got to meet, big faces I got to stackThey say man`ll make the money, but money`ll make us movePositions to get richer, a seven figga made dudeCalm on the cool, collecting cash flowKeep my bidness on the low, prepared to drop my soloThe new millennium, Mr. Tyte E-ZAnd if I turn my back now, then my kids won`t eatMy wolf pack won`t sleep, until we slay all preyGet vicious without perdition in this Y2KThis feddy is in my vision, in this hectic paper chaseWrecking my lyrical weapon, pimp the pen at a steady paceAppreciate God pressing, no cases and no barsFrauds and changed faces, but my game`s up to parA ghetto shooting star, and I ain`t trying to go backTo the guns and the slums, and the jacks or the crack[Ronnie Spencer]La-da-da-da-da (point of no return)La-da-da-da-da-da-da-da - 4x[Hook - 2x](Ronnie Spencer)Iiiiii`m caught up, caught upTo the point of no return, everybodyEverybody knooows, caught up babyOoooh-oooooh caught up babyI don`t wanna go back, I don`t wanna leaveI don`t wanna go back babyI`m caught up, heeeey

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