Johnny J - Till the End lyrics

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 pa**in' 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 g**n 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 n***as 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 k**as 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 b**h's clit But I gotta keep it lit Don't split just take another hit Man slug to ya f**in' dome And now ya spirit and soul Has got nowhere to f**in' roam I be the one that is ready to battle invitin' the one to come try me Who in the f** ever said that A-Roc was bad as evil a crimey And goin' through bottle it harm wid dice b**h to your f**in' 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**ing victim's life I take When I was born I came along wid a pair of big a** nuts I smoking 'em all so f** 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 n***a in this turmoil and suspense Trapped in this gutter residence.. (?????) f** friends and gets my endz is all I know I can't trust no n***a, 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** 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 n***as wid a bigger aresenal on our shelf Trained and schooled by Gs, d**h before dishonor Shakin' fleas, f** 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 n***a Than me and my road dogs