Roscoe - End of the Road (Y.A. mix) lyrics

[Intro: Kurupt] d**h Pentagon like n***a, Gotti Sinatra War zone, it's happenin', it's over Yeah n***a, it's happenin' I've been on that internet watchin' these n***as right? Y'all got so much to say right? It's happenin' n***a we 'bout to smash on you busta a** n***as Oh, y'all want somethin' from Kustapo n***a? Oh we gon' show y'all n***as Y.A. - Youth Authority First-round up, first-round draft picks n***a Whole squad ma**ive, movin' on these busta a** n***as What's up Tone? [Tone] We lookin' for a city b**h, one that I can get it wit Move in and move out wit, I'm lookin' for a bout it b**h One to cook the powder quick, that's my kinda b**h Let's address the topic, come on let's get it poppin' I've been hot since n***as was pop lockin' Break dancin' and beat boxin', been had the block poppin' n***a I'm a young prophet, young and had to weigh his options This is big business, this is big Benz's And my game's official, I ain't playin' wit you This is war time and you ain't got no more time And I got my n***as on the way, bringin' more .9s [Roscoe] Yeah, fury and phrases, from furious phases Murder and anguish, we mercilous gangstas n***a Burners and bangers, we turn 'em and tangle 'em We drinkin' on syrup n***a, we aimin' for sturnems as curtains Tuck your shirt in partner, let your pistol show Die like a man motherf**er, what you b**hin' for? California days is drinkin', blazin' in the sunshine Got a case, now I got a runaway devised Speed chases, I'm blazin' the one-time My barretta on my waist and I never hesitate Pull it out when it's gun time My O.G.'s corrupted my young mind 21 on the run with a gun Young, dumb, full of cum, tryin' to get my funds And I'ma ride to the fullest, duck and dodgin' the bullets Fo'-fizzle on my side, n***as die when I pull it If I should get wasted, no sad faces Bury me basic, no j**elry, no Jacob Eyes blurry and blazed up And don't be worryin' for me unless I wake up And don't be pourin' no 40 for me, just drink up We not a bunch of sad, punk a**, sit around and mope a** No cla** cowards, with limo tinted windows on Eddie Bauer's Soft as flowers, all off to chowder We the k**a click, nine millis filled with clips No time to chill with flips, my mind on the scrilla flip It's Youth Authority n***a, we shoot for arteries n***a With loaded Rugers, Lugers, and Cougars in the car with me n***a It's Y.A