Till The End lyrics

Artist  : Big Syke 
Song : 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 hallways
Back in school, I broke the rules,
I ran wid fools I paid my dues
I do anything to be cool
It's funny how time flies
In the blink of an eye,
Ya see years of ya life go passin' by
As I try to maintain,
I break the chains
Weed smoke in my brain,
Just to ease the pain
I recall it was a black thang, a mack game
Now it's either gangbang or livin' in the crack
game
Mercy mercy meeee, not to curse me,
Just cause it hurts me,
To see my people out ah work doin' dirt
Money comes disperse drain an accountant for what
it's worth,
Poverty stricken environments,
Lead to early retirements
Drugs moved into the ghetto by the government
I'm back by popular demand,
A easy hundred grand,
Made Marvin Gaye feel like a troubled man
Schemes calculating dreams made on triple beams
So it seems all things is for the green

Verse 2:

It's just the way it's gon' be till I die
This gangsta life, who ride throw up sets
It's for the evil mind,
Living our lives sayin' he's a friend of mine
Had these niggas wanna smoke me in the blink of
the eye tell me why?
Retaliatin' waitin' in the bushes wid the Calico
Reload and ready to go hit the floor
Ride on young hogs get ya bang on,
And make sure you got ya zones
Get ya slang on, ya caine on
It'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-stroll
Punks jump up to get beat down and T rowed

(Big Syke)
We commence to smash, get the cash, that's all we
wanted
Wid desire expired cause every hood is haunted
By killas and jackers, tryna make it as a street
hog
Bustin' out a coupe in the smog....

Verse 3:

As I begin to put 'em in bags
I'm taking drags from the shrimp
Stake that sweat, like a bit*h's clit
But I gotta keep it lit,
Don't split just take another hit
Man slug to ya f**kin' dome,
And now ya spirit and soul
Has got nowhere to f**kin' roam,
I be the one that is ready to battle invitin' the
one to come try me
Who in the f**k ever said that A-Roc was bad as
evil a crimey
And goin' through bottle it harm wid dice bit*h
to your f**kin' throat
 
He's dead and he's gone goody bye, so you know
that is all he wrote
So bon voyage to those that stand around it's
time to break
If not you'll be another f**king victim's life I
take
When I was born I came along wid a pair of big
as* nuts
I smoking 'em all so f**k the rest of all you
rappin' mutts

(Big Syke)
Our future's been dark since little locs in the
park
Weak appetites searchin' for a light but none in
sight
I know God see a nigga in this turmoil and
suspense
Trapped in this gutter residence..

(?????)
f**k friends and gets my endz is all I know
I 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
grind
Always involved, in major crime

(????)
I got a crew that'll rush a chosen few to stay
true
Till the end gettin' our revenues and payin' dues
Still tow this money, payback for murdered
buddies
Now things is bloody, time to play 'em like
putty,
Gots to give me my props cause we comes deep
Hard rock lettin the evil mind be known on your
street

Verse 4: Big Syke

Cause 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 hurt
See that's my row dog and you my row puppy,
Not likin' him and sweatin' me's making sh*t
crazy
Hazy days wid penetentiary ways don't make me
choose
Cemetary dates, escalate, so you know you lose
I'm cruisin' through chaos, drivin' through hell
county
Disappear off the earth, only my row dog can find
me
Always on the side of me in danger parlayin' on
betta days
To the Oak we'll stay down forever to our dyin'
days,
I pray to Yahweh every night to lead us right
across
Whoever go first, don't let the other get lost
Playaboss is what we call ourself
Soon as we got a taste ah wealth
Now we satelite niggaz wid a bigger aresenal on
our shelf,
Trained and schooled by Gs, death before dishonor
Shakin' fleas, f**k wid these you a goner, my
East partner
On my side when we ride in synchronized
formation,
Making hits, pullin' licks, building our
reputation
In the hood from a tiny to a G-hog,
Nothing comes closer nigga,
Than me and my road dogs.