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Roscoe - "End Of The Road (Y. A. Mix)"
Lyrics to End Of The Road (Y. A. Mix) : (feat. Kurupt, Tone) [Intro: Kurupt] Death Pentagon like nigga, Gotti Sinatra War zone, its happenin, its over Yeah nigga, its happenin Ive been on that internet watchin these niggaz right' Yall got so much to say right' Its happenin Nigga we bout to smash on you busta ass niggaz Oh, yall want somethin from Kustapo nigga' Oh we gon show yall niggaz Y.A. - Youth Authority First-round up, first-round draft picks nigga Whole squad massive, movin on these busta ass niggaz Whats up Tone' [Tone] We lookin for a city bitch, one that I can get it wit Move in and move out wit, Im lookin for a bout it bitch One to cook the powder quick, thats my kinda bitch Lets address the topic, come on lets get it poppin Ive been hot since niggaz was pop lockin Break dancin and beat boxin, been had the block poppin Nigga Im a young prophet, young and had to weigh his options This is big business, this is big Benzs And my games official, I aint playin wit you This is war time and you aint got no more time And I got my niggaz on the way, bringin more .9s [Roscoe] Yeah, fury and phrases, from furious phases Murder and anguish, we mercilous gangstas nigga Burners and bangers, we turn em and tangle em We drinkin on syrup nigga, we aimin for sturnems as curtains Tuck your shirt in partner, let your pistol show Die like a man motherfucker, what you bitchin for' California days is drinkin, blazin in the sunshine Got a case, now I got a runaway devised Speed chases, Im blazin the one-time My barretta on my waist and I never hesitate Pull it out when its gun time My O.G.s corrupted my young mind 21 on the run with a gun Young, dumb, full of cum, tryin to get my funds And Ima ride to the fullest, duck and dodgin the bullets Fo-fizzle on my side, niggaz die when I pull it If I should get wasted, no sad faces Bury me basic, no jewelry, no Jacob Eyes blurry and blazed up And dont be worryin for me unless I wake up And dont be pourin no 40 for me, just drink up We not a bunch of sad, punk ass, sit around and mope ass no class cowards, with limo tinted windows on Eddie Bauers Soft as flowers, all off to chowder We the killa click, nine millis filled with clips No time to chill with flips, my mind on the scrilla flip Its Youth Authority nigga, we shoot for arteries nigga With loaded Rugers, Lugers, and Cougars in the car with me nigga Its Y.A. [ End Of The Road (Y. A. Mix) Lyrics ]
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