Lloyd Banks Till The End Lyrics
Artist - Lloyd Banks
Album - Hunger for More
[Verse 1: Lloyd Banks]
Nobody dead knew they would die before they woke
It probably started off a beautiful day with weed smoke
Out of last night
Cold sweatin from a nightmare mind on a c-note
You leave the door open of intensions of fulfillin your visions
Constantly sidetracked thinking about who
Maybe its necessary...maybe you
Maybe your actual downfall is that hole that you clappin
Maybe ya pullin conversations that are controllin ya actions
Maybe your homie overheard and never told you what happened
You look behind you when you turn the corna
Cause death has promised ya you seen some niggas go before ya
N
Ya know it
The confusion of jealously and dishonor'll spin ya
But there
[Chorus: Ft. Nate Dogg]
If you my nigga you my nigga till the end (whoa)
Fuck a bill, fuck a bitch, fuck a benz (my friend....whoa)
Let
Roll up the weed and blow the smoke in the sky (na na na)
If you my nigga you my nigga till we go (whoa)
One of the few I would take a bullet fo (my neegaaaro...whoa)
Let
Roll up the weed and blow the smoke in the sky (na na na)
[Verse 2: Lloyd Banks]
The smell of marijuana reeks off me
I raise hell before I speak softly
Caught in the mix
Put at least a hundred grand on one and bought him a six
Acknowledged the weaknesses that his man he taught him to fix
We aint never left the hood so we cam corded the trips
I
Her slanted eyes with ya chocolate Thai gave me
Im a bachelor... nigga u aint knockin my lady
A lot of these niggas been jockin mine lately
N
When 2 brothers, pushed outta different mamas
Close enough to conflict or put this shit behind us
ya baby boy made the big time
Hoes is watching n
Remember back then with lines n
Hoping ya moms aint the mama on crack rock
[Chorus: Ft. Nate Dogg]
If you my nigga you my nigga till the end (whoa)
Fuck a bill, fuck a bitch, fuck a benz (my friend....whoa)
Let
Roll up the weed and blow the smoke in the sky (na na na)
If you my nigga you my nigga till we go (whoa)
One of the few I would take a bullet fo (my neegaaaro...whoa)
Let
Roll up the weed and blow the smoke in the sky (na na na)
[Verse 3: Lloyd Banks]
I keep my mind on my money and my head to the sky
I never really smile much if you was here you
There
The media fuckin me up, right hookin my high
Niggas hated on us before the game took us inside
then they opened their arms wide took the whooping
I got a platinum plaque hangin
And handsome is one of the things they
They watch you close when you coppin all those VS stones
If you ain
I
And im blowin on some of the finest weed that
You won
But you can tell im getting money from the line out in front the club
My whole click caked up, u can
And if its only one bitch then we gon' share da hoe
[Chorus: Ft. Nate Dogg]
If you my nigga you my nigga till the end (whoa)
Fuck a bill, fuck a bitch, fuck a benz (my friend....whoa)
Let
Roll up the weed and blow the smoke in the sky (na na na)
If you my nigga you my nigga till we go (whoa)
One of the few I would take a bullet fo (my neegaaaro...whoa)
Let
Roll up the weed and blow the smoke in the sky (na na na)
[After Chorus: Nate Dogg]
If you my nigga you my nigga till the end (Whoaaaaaaaaa)
My friennnnnnd (Whoaaaaaaaa)
Na na na
If you my nigga you my nigga till we go (Whoaaaaaaaaa)
My nee-ga-row (Whoaaaaaaaaa)
Na na na