Young Ed - In the End lyrics

[Into: The Devil] Yeeeah The take is back in this mothaf**a From 96 onto infinity Now all you n***as on [?] Scared of d**h, n***a And this is on the real Cause we k**as And this is the end [Verse 1: Young Ed] Will I die with my eyes open wide in the sky? Five cries from a tec, leave me paralyzed on the steps Will I be broke, or stackin' from this rappin'? Or will I sell dope, get smoked and dumped in a trashcan The last stand of a pimp with a dent left in his brim Dug by the grim reap from his trench In a sense, I feel the end closin' in Holdin' the double-M direct from the crypt Keeper, that wants to put Young Ed to sleep, cuz All the dirt did murkin when I creep up Will I leave the world with a grudge And no love for the hate and creatin set trippin And dumpin slugs They say we thugs That will never get above Ghetto madness, the sadness has us in a struggle To hustle and bubble, where is the love For a young n***a to stay outta trouble I guess there's none as I run from the Devil Who's tryin'a catch me with s**y temptations from his level Gunshots echo all through the San Fransick And more die from the Northside, the village of the lunatics n***as say peace, but playa do you really mean it? They say it's allright on the other side But I've never seen it I guess they dreamin, or fiendin for fantasy But I can't fantasize cause I thrive on reality Gradually it's my crime [?] It's my time to stack and when I die, that time still won't stop I roll with hards cause the softs get tossed This is the cartel from Young Cel to [?] Lives get lost when shots from 25 Glocks let loose Black man and moose from the Hill, real and quick to shoot Will I stack loot Or smoke so much my lunges pollute? And k** me slow, joint in my hand Can't stand that I [?] I just ain't so Cause d**h can creep up like a ghost And push you over the edge Cause edge just little close And most n***as like that get smoked I guess I'm best to back up and stack up or wind up smoked Real hard to cope with haters out here tryina slit your throat To get your dough And leave you dead off on skidrow You didn't know? Well, hold on cause that time is comin! We reap what we saw from smokin blunts and pullin guns and Startin funk when punks [?] So comprehend on how you go Cause you never know until the end [The Devil] Hahaha!