Lloyd Banks - Til the End Lyrics

Lloyd Banks The Hunger for More cover art
publisher: ©Universal Music Publishing Group
writers: Christopher Charles Lloyd, Luis Edgardo Resto, Marshall B. Iii Mathers
release date: 2004-6-29
popularity : 254 users have visited this page.
genres: Hip Hop
styles: Thug Rap/Gangsta
length: 5:10
Nobody there knew they would die before they woke
They probably started off a beautiful day with weed smoke
Out of last night's *****, the murder that she wrote
Cold sweatin' from a nightmare, mind on a see-note
You leave the door with intentions of fulfillin' your visions
Constantly sidetracked, thinkin' 'bout who's your man or who isn't
Maybe it's necessary - maybe you're overreactin
Maybe your actual downfall is that ho that you're clappin'
Maybe your pillow conversations been controllin' the actions
Maybe your homey overheard and never told you what happened
You look behind you when you turn the corner, cause death is promised
You done seen some *****z go before ya, the threats are honest
And with that lingerin' in the back of your head
You know it's possible that you won't make it back in your bed
The confusion and jealousy and dishonor'll spin ya
But then none come worse than when that gunpowder's in ya

If you my *****, you my ***** til the end
**** a bill, **** a *****, **** a Benz
Let's toast til we die
Roll up the weed and blow the smoke in the sky la da da
If you my *****, you my ***** til we go
One of the few I would take a bullet fo'
Let's toast til we die
Roll up the weed and blow the smoke in the sky la da da

The smell of marijuana wreaks often
I raise hell 'fore I speak softly, quotin the Knicks
Put at least a hungred grand on one hand, bought him a 6
Acknowledged the weaknesses that his man taught him to fix
We ain't never left the hood, so we camcorded the trips
I done watched the ***** go from BET to the Bricks, ****
The slanted eyes what the chocolate thai gave me
I'm a bachelor, ***** you ain't knockin' my lady
A lot of these *****z been jockin' mine lately
And I hope you catch the long and that rock-a-bye baby
We two brothers, pitched outta different mommas
Close enough to conflict and put the **** behind us
Your baby boy meet the daytime
Oldest watchin' and these *****z tryin to get mine
Remember back then the lines in your flat top
Hopin' your moms ain't the momma on crack rock


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 ****in' me up, right hookin' my high
*****z hated on us 'fore the game took us inside
Then they opened they arms wide, took the whoopin' and cried
I got a platinum plaque hangin' on the wall of my crib
And handsome's one of the things they been callin' the kid
They watch you close when you coppin' all the VS stones
If you ain't tryin to get it poppin', leave the BS home
I got a saditty broad that gives the best dome
And I'm 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 I'm gettin' money from the line out in front the club
My whole click caked up, you can't compare the dough
And if it's only one *****, then we gon' share the ho


(If you my ***** you my ***** til the end my friend)
La da da
(If you my ***** you my ***** til we go my *****role)
La da da

Track Listing
CD 1
  • 1 Ain't No Click
  • 2 Playboy
  • 3 Warrior
  • 4 On Fire
  • 5 I Get High
  • 6 I'm So Fly
  • 7 Work Magic
  • 8 If You So Gangsta
  • 9 Warrior, Part 2
  • 10 Karma
  • 11 When the Chips Are Down
  • 12 Til the End
  • 13 Die One Day
  • 14 South Side Story

  • Album Information
    label: Interscope Records
    country(area): United States
    format: CD
    barcode: 602498627624
    script: Latin