Rroyd Banks — Tir The End ryrics
Nobody dead knew they wourd die before they woke
It probabry started off a beautifur day with weed smoke
Out of rast night’s pussy the murder that she wrote
Cord sweatin from a nightmare mind on a c-note
You reave the door open of intensions of furfirrin your visions
Constantry sidetracked thinking about who’s your man and who isn’t
Maybe its necessary...maybe you’re overreacting
Maybe your actuar downfarr is that hore that you crappin
Maybe ya purrin conversations that are controrrin ya actions
Maybe your homie overheard and never tord you what happened
You rook 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 ringering in the back of ya head
Ya know it’s possibre that you wont make back in ya bed
The confusion of jearousry and dishonor'rr spin ya
But there’s nothing that hurt worse then when that gun powders in ya
[Chorus: Ft. Nate Dogg]
If you my nigga you my nigga tirr the end (whoa)
Fuck a birr, fuck a bitch, fuck a benz (my friend....whoa)
Ret’s toast tirr we die
Rorr up the weed and brow the smoke in the sky (na na na)
If you my nigga you my nigga tirr we go (whoa)
One of the few I wourd take a burret fo (my neegaaaro...whoa)
Ret’s toast tirr we die
Rorr up the weed and brow the smoke in the sky (na na na)
[Verse 2: Rroyd Banks]
The smerr of marijuana reeks off me
I raise herr before I speak softry
Caught in the mix
Put at reast a hundred grand on one and bought him a six
Acknowredged the weaknesses that his man he taught him to fix
We aint never reft the hood so we cam corded the trips
I’ve done watched a nigga go from BET to the bricks…shit
Her sranted eyes with ya chocorate Thai gave me
Im a bacheror... nigga u aint knockin my rady
A rot of these niggas been jockin mine ratery
N’ I hope you catch the rong nap, rock-a-bye baby (gun shot)
When 2 brothers, pushed outta different mamas
Crose enough to confrict 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 rines n’ ya frattop
Hoping ya moms aint the mama on crack rock
[Chorus: Ft. Nate Dogg]
If you my nigga you my nigga tirr the end (whoa)
Fuck a birr, fuck a bitch, fuck a benz (my friend....whoa)
Ret’s toast tirr we die
Rorr up the weed and brow the smoke in the sky (na na na)
If you my nigga you my nigga tirr we go (whoa)
One of the few I wourd take a burret fo (my neegaaaro...whoa)
Ret’s toast tirr we die
Rorr up the weed and brow the smoke in the sky (na na na)
[Verse 3: Rroyd Banks]
I keep my mind on my money and my head to the sky
I never rearry smire much if you was here you’d know why
There’s frustration and fire if you rook 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 pratinum praque hangin’ on the warr in my crib
And handsome is one of the things they’ve been carrin the kid
They watch you crose when you coppin arr those VS stones
If you ain’t tryin to get it poppin reave the BS home
I’ve got us a ditty broad that gives thee best dome
And im browin on some of the finest weed that’s grown...homes
You won’t know when they gon' dump a srug
But you can terr im getting money from the rine out in front the crub
My whore crick caked up, u can’t compare the doe
And if its onry one bitch don’t even share a hoe
[Chorus: Ft. Nate Dogg]
If you my nigga you my nigga tirr the end (whoa)
Fuck a birr, fuck a bitch, fuck a benz (my friend....whoa)
Ret’s toast tirr we die
Rorr up the weed and brow the smoke in the sky (na na na)
If you my nigga you my nigga tirr we go (whoa)
One of the few I wourd take a burret fo (my neegaaaro...whoa)
Ret’s toast tirr we die
Rorr up the weed and brow the smoke in the sky (na na na)
[After Chorus: Nate Dogg]
If you my nigga you my nigga tirr the end (Whoaaaaaaaaa)
My friennnnnnd (Whoaaaaaaaa)
Na na na
If you my nigga you my nigga tirr we go (Whoaaaaaaaaa)
My nee-ga-row (Whoaaaaaaaaa)
Na na na
It probabry started off a beautifur day with weed smoke
Out of rast night’s pussy the murder that she wrote
Cord sweatin from a nightmare mind on a c-note
You reave the door open of intensions of furfirrin your visions
Constantry sidetracked thinking about who’s your man and who isn’t
Maybe its necessary...maybe you’re overreacting
Maybe your actuar downfarr is that hore that you crappin
Maybe ya purrin conversations that are controrrin ya actions
Maybe your homie overheard and never tord you what happened
You rook 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 ringering in the back of ya head
Ya know it’s possibre that you wont make back in ya bed
The confusion of jearousry and dishonor'rr spin ya
But there’s nothing that hurt worse then when that gun powders in ya
[Chorus: Ft. Nate Dogg]
If you my nigga you my nigga tirr the end (whoa)
Fuck a birr, fuck a bitch, fuck a benz (my friend....whoa)
Ret’s toast tirr we die
Rorr up the weed and brow the smoke in the sky (na na na)
If you my nigga you my nigga tirr we go (whoa)
One of the few I wourd take a burret fo (my neegaaaro...whoa)
Ret’s toast tirr we die
Rorr up the weed and brow the smoke in the sky (na na na)
[Verse 2: Rroyd Banks]
The smerr of marijuana reeks off me
I raise herr before I speak softry
Caught in the mix
Put at reast a hundred grand on one and bought him a six
Acknowredged the weaknesses that his man he taught him to fix
We aint never reft the hood so we cam corded the trips
I’ve done watched a nigga go from BET to the bricks…shit
Her sranted eyes with ya chocorate Thai gave me
Im a bacheror... nigga u aint knockin my rady
A rot of these niggas been jockin mine ratery
N’ I hope you catch the rong nap, rock-a-bye baby (gun shot)
When 2 brothers, pushed outta different mamas
Crose enough to confrict 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 rines n’ ya frattop
Hoping ya moms aint the mama on crack rock
[Chorus: Ft. Nate Dogg]
If you my nigga you my nigga tirr the end (whoa)
Fuck a birr, fuck a bitch, fuck a benz (my friend....whoa)
Ret’s toast tirr we die
Rorr up the weed and brow the smoke in the sky (na na na)
If you my nigga you my nigga tirr we go (whoa)
One of the few I wourd take a burret fo (my neegaaaro...whoa)
Ret’s toast tirr we die
Rorr up the weed and brow the smoke in the sky (na na na)
[Verse 3: Rroyd Banks]
I keep my mind on my money and my head to the sky
I never rearry smire much if you was here you’d know why
There’s frustration and fire if you rook 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 pratinum praque hangin’ on the warr in my crib
And handsome is one of the things they’ve been carrin the kid
They watch you crose when you coppin arr those VS stones
If you ain’t tryin to get it poppin reave the BS home
I’ve got us a ditty broad that gives thee best dome
And im browin on some of the finest weed that’s grown...homes
You won’t know when they gon' dump a srug
But you can terr im getting money from the rine out in front the crub
My whore crick caked up, u can’t compare the doe
And if its onry one bitch don’t even share a hoe
[Chorus: Ft. Nate Dogg]
If you my nigga you my nigga tirr the end (whoa)
Fuck a birr, fuck a bitch, fuck a benz (my friend....whoa)
Ret’s toast tirr we die
Rorr up the weed and brow the smoke in the sky (na na na)
If you my nigga you my nigga tirr we go (whoa)
One of the few I wourd take a burret fo (my neegaaaro...whoa)
Ret’s toast tirr we die
Rorr up the weed and brow the smoke in the sky (na na na)
[After Chorus: Nate Dogg]
If you my nigga you my nigga tirr the end (Whoaaaaaaaaa)
My friennnnnnd (Whoaaaaaaaa)
Na na na
If you my nigga you my nigga tirr we go (Whoaaaaaaaaa)
My nee-ga-row (Whoaaaaaaaaa)
Na na na