the end of the year It's the end of the year But it's not too late It's the end of the year It's the end of the year But it's not too late It's the end
, I just wanna be successful Drizzy, ah yeah, Trey, I fuckin' feel you They be starin' at the money like it's unfamiliar I get it, I live it, to me there
going to make some mistakes So to you, all the kids all across the land There's no need to argue Parents just don't understand I remember one year
million With all my niggaz, all my guns, all my women Next two years, I should see about a billion All for the love of drug dealin Got no love for the other
you When you call it makes me cry We never made time for you and I If I could live it all again I'd never let it end, I'd still be with you Oh
Woke up the other mornin', I heard a rumor They said the gang wars was over I told 'em they was bullshittin', they said it's real as hell Can't explain
[Intro: Ice-T] Every year the same shit happens More fuckin' funerals, dead homies Niggas out here killin' each other I don't know why And when it happens
out Syndicate mob ain't nothin but hardened crooks You try to diss, your butt is on a meat hook Want some of me? You're on a mission Bad move, you end
Gd Up From The Feet Up ABCDEF Im A G To The End The End Of The Road But Back In The Kitchen At The End Of The Stove Looks Like We At The End Of The O
broads say they love it couple of years back had pictures on my budget my main chick clitch , clutch on her stomach see chief posse beat these thug runner stunna may say it other
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are going to make some mistakes So to you, all the kids all across the land, there's no need to argue Parents just don't understand I remember one year
say I got the money none of my hoes are over 13 'cause to 2 of these little tricks my dick looks humongous I live my mamma's basement and im almost 23 other
let a motherfucker show out No doubt, we put it down for the 9-0-triple 4 Droppin tops, fuckin fine hoes These other niggaz is finally catching up Listening
like a man But if I live, it's on again But I wanted a quick piece So I put down my piece and end up put down, deceased She put the rifle to my muthafuckin
m marathoning to the money and you just running off in a circle Man, I'm huddled up with my team, in other words my inner circle Fast forward a few years
lost without you, yeah So many years have past between us I'm still your love fool, yeah Take me away from this life To places where you end up mine
