Til The End Lyrics - The Hunger For More - Lloyd Banks

(feat. Nate Dogg) 

Nobody dead knew they would die before they woke 

It probably started off a beautiful day with weed smoke 

Out of last night's pussy the murder that she wrote 

Cold sweatin from a nightmare mind on a c-note 

You leave the door open of intensions of fulfillin your visions 

Constantly sidetracked thinking about who's your man and who isn't 

Maybe its necessary... maybe you're overreacting 

Maybe your actual downfall is that hole that you clappin 

Maybe ya pullin conversations that are controllin ya actions 

Maybe your homie overheard and never told you what happened 

You look behind you when you turn the corna 

Cause death has promised ya you seen some niggas go before ya 

N' threats are honest...n with that lingering in the back of ya head 

Ya know it's possible that you wont make back in ya bed 

The confusion of jealously and dishonor'll spin ya 

But there's nothing that hurt worse then when that gun powders in ya 

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(Chorus: Ft. Nate Dogg) 

If you my nigga you my nigga till the end (whoa) 

Fuck a bill, fuck a bitch, fuck a benz (my friend... whoa) 

Let's toast till we die 

Roll up the weed and blow the smoke in the sky (na na na) 

If you my nigga you my nigga till we go (whoa) 

One of the few I would take a bullet fo (my neegaaaro... whoa) 

Let's toast till we die 

Roll up the weed and blow the smoke in the sky (na na na) 

(Verse 2: Lloyd Banks) 

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The smell of marijuana reeks off me 

I raise hell before I speak softly 

Caught in the mix 

Put at least a hundred grand on one and bought him a six 

Acknowledged the weaknesses that his man he taught him to fix 

We aint never left the hood so we cam corded the trips 

I've done watched a nigga go from BET to the bricks...shit 

Her slanted eyes with ya chocolate Thai gave me 

Im a bachelor... nigga u aint knockin my lady 

A lot of these niggas been jockin mine lately 

N' I hope you catch the long nap, rock-a-bye baby (gun shot) 

When 2 brothers, pushed outta different mamas 

Close enough to conflict or put this shit behind us 

ya baby boy made the big time 

Hoes is watching n' these niggas trying to get mine 

Remember back then with lines n' ya flattop 

Hoping ya moms aint the mama on crack rock 

(Chorus: Ft. Nate Dogg) 

If you my nigga you my nigga till the end (whoa) 

Fuck a bill, fuck a bitch, fuck a benz (my friend... whoa) 

Let's toast till we die 

Roll up the weed and blow the smoke in the sky (na na na) 

If you my nigga you my nigga till we go (whoa) 

One of the few I would take a bullet fo (my neegaaaro... whoa) 

Let's toast till we die 

Roll up the weed and blow the smoke in the sky (na na na) 

(Verse 3: Lloyd Banks) 

I keep my mind on my money and my head to the sky 

I never really smile much if you was here you'd know why 

There's frustration and fire if you look in my eye 

The media fuckin me up, right hookin my high 

Niggas hated on us before the game took us inside 

then they opened their arms wide took the whooping' n' cried 

I got a platinum plaque hangin' on the wall in my crib 

And handsome is one of the things they've been callin the kid 

They watch you close when you coppin all those VS stones 

If you ain't tryin to get it poppin leave the BS home 

I've got us a ditty broad that gives thee best dome 

And im blowin on some of the finest weed that's grown... homes 

You won't know when they gon' dump a slug 

But you can tell im getting money from the line out in front the club 

My whole click caked up, u can't compare the doe 

And if its only one bitch don't even share a hoe 

(Chorus: Ft. Nate Dogg) 

If you my nigga you my nigga till the end (whoa) 

Fuck a bill, fuck a bitch, fuck a benz (my friend... whoa) 

Let's toast till we die 

Roll up the weed and blow the smoke in the sky (na na na) 

If you my nigga you my nigga till we go (whoa) 

One of the few I would take a bullet fo (my neegaaaro... whoa) 

Let's toast till we die 

Roll up the weed and blow the smoke in the sky (na na na) 

(After Chorus: Nate Dogg) 

If you my nigga you my nigga till the end (Whoaaaaaaaaa) 

My friennnnnnd (Whoaaaaaaaa) 

Na na na 

If you my nigga you my nigga till we go (Whoaaaaaaaaa) 

My nee-ga-row (Whoaaaaaaaaa) 

Na na na