What was it for? Was it for anything? What was it for at the end of the day What does it mean? Does it mean anything? What does it mean at the end of the day
pin from your hand grenade We just can't be amazed And we some home-made bombs finna blow right up in your face Look at the way you look at me I see
Tical, that stays open like an all nite store For real, I keeps it ill like a piece of blue steel Pointed at your temple with the intent to kill And end
big lens pure drama a star performer leave the boost so hot u could call it a sauna 10 out of 10 I'm back at it again whatever the outcome its music to the end
I started blazing the chronic sack I was a go wild unfocused troublesome kid Looking up to all the gangsters and the shit they did I was at unimpressionable
it A muthafuckin' gun Who's the man with the strap in his hand Homie's stolen semi-autos and contrabands All day every day, crossin' my hood in day
niggas paper chasing I pray for your patience-please- Just keep the faith that you gon' make it one day you'll be cake'n Taking this shit one step at
. married to the mob, so wives throw out. game all over that's right blow out what you know about getting raise we'd done thought of life fifteen ways so blaze up the end
legs up Eyes all red, what did y'all just blaze up? Then froze for a sec, so I dipped quick, lift the mattress Aimed the biscuit at both of them bastards
heat at guys takin up space of mine [Killah Priest] Yo, yo, yo, ayo {*speaking foreign tongue*} Yo Black posse, clap guns at the anarchy White man in
, models, hollows 'til my very end Catchin' up to God quicker, high off this liquor Niggaz come to get ya, betta know they're comin' with ya The day
Pain:] Uhm ... Los said he didn't want a hook at the end of the song [Cee:] Oh you mean we're at the end of the song? [Pain:] Yeah, everybody is already
The only real place to be The middle of all controversy West end of the Mississippi Welcome to the Midwest Pistol packin' and money mackin' rappin' about
a video for 'Last Action Heroes' Face the price you pay for the games you play When it's all said an' done at the end of the day, you gotta Get your
so we like da bankroll In my bed at night i cock and sit it next the lamp thinkin bout all my trill niggas we lost to Ta champ tears running down my
distance Rising from the dunes Ten thousand riders Blaze a trail of ruins No doubt about it They're headed this way Who will protect us on a judgement day
