End Of The Road lyrics

Artist  : Jim Jones 
Song : End Of The Road
 
(feat. Bun-B, T.I.)



[T.I. talking]

Jim Jones what it is homie

Killa Cam, Freekz Zeeky, Juelz whats happ'nin

Hey 'a aye... yea yea yea 'a aye

T.I.P. nigga y 'a y yeeah. Aye a aye

I'm up in Harlem to put it down wit my
muthafuckin folks

Dipset bitch. A town to muthafuckin NY

nigga you already know what it is. Bankhead

C-rod, Grand Hustle, Diplomats

you dont like it kill yaself nigga. Lets go



[verse 1 T.I.]

Late night straight white fa ya base pipe

No mo quarter O's get ya weight right

Crack rock black glock kept it waist height
(hey)

It hit ya mug you dont imagine what ya face
like

American pie I'm tellin you guys

you want beef wit us well who the fucks preparin
you guys

We sparin you guys get buried alive

What you rushin fa, act like you in a hurry to
die

Some I let 'em fly 'fore I let that ride

I paralize ya like Supermans horseback ride
nigga

Walk up on ya car and scorch dat ride

Flat tires, glass shattered wit a corpse
inside

A town break down straight pounds of dro'

Still deal if you want 10 birds or mo

Pimp Squad, Dipset I know ya heard before

If we called you a bitch you deserved it hoe.
Aye



[verse 2 Jim Jones]

I cop bricks of the crack (dat yayo)

And take it to my block, strip or my trap, my
block strip is so trapped

Cops quick wit a strap, and you'll be scared
shitless

How they where the big fifth and load up flares
and biscuits

I'll take ya bitch from you, bring her back wit
smeared lipstick (She Mine)

You can compare ballistics, but it's mere physics
(Pimpin)

I'm 2-3's on drops, I used to play hoopties on
blocks

plottin man like who he gon pop

In this tragic city, now I'm Bankheadin

4 tens headin down in ATL's Magic City

Yes the stash is pretty, and the mag hold 50

We take ova towns, then send the Rovers
'round

Lookin fa hoes to pound, ya local hoochie
spot

Lookin fa hoochies hot, to get they coochie
popped

I love the titty bars, I love my niggaz pa

Dipset, Pimp Squad yo lets get it pa



[Bun-B talking]

Yeah already trill niggaz in this bitch

UGK know what I'm sayin. Thats off top fool

You already know. Wreck it boyz. Go down like
that

What up Jones. Dipset nigga



[verse 3 Bun B]

Bitch my Cadillac is candy and my pistol is
pearl

My best friend is a pimp and his bottom bitch is
ya girl

I got them 84's that clank, the big diamonds that
blank

Plus them hoes that pop pills, smoke kill, and
sip drank

Fuck what ya think I'm tryin to tell you how life
is give it and take it

My lil brotha in the pen, where niggaz shiv'rin
and shakin

We got a million dollar team, wit one gone

So I'm takin my 500 to flip in the game

to have somethin for 'em when he come home

My two older brothers locked up, both of 'em
smokin

Principals gon be fucked up my lil neices and
nephew heartbroken

Seein Daddy in a cage at that age, it fuck ya
mind up

So at this stage in the game I gots to really get
my grind up

So you gon see me in yo city doin a verse or a
show

Or maybe even servin these niggaz a couple of dem
thangs on the low

Dipset affiliated so you can hate it or love
it

But it you keep pushin ya luck bitch my middle
fingers gon shove it

Know what I'm sayin