What was it for? Was it for anything? What was it for at the end of the day What does it mean? Does it mean anything? What does it mean at the end of the day
about you broke in them titty bars be collecting your change Trick, nigga with all these bitch niggas are made to bleed Since you giving me another reason to blaze
goin' all night [E.D.I Amin] At times, I look through times wit' so much anger Wonderin' why it keeps on pa*sin' bringin' me the danger No singal hard time is a good one At
the dough Break a hoe when it's time to make some mo' I keep my finger on the trigger of my Glock Ridin down the block lickin shots at the punk-ass *cops
the house with the caucasion rapping Just Blaze on the track What the fuck is more amazing than that slut Answer me that, Royce where you at? [Royce
clips in any metal object Throwin a nigga on the walls and try to search me down I laugh knowin that my stash'll never be found Well anyway, on the third day
at? [Joel Ortiz:] I'm right here; my Nike Airs buzz light-years ahead of my mic peers Quite scary to look at, a nightmare, where my book at I'll write
the D.R. Charger saving artists out da E R. Bring em back to life beats like CPR. Made the west side world wide. No PR. Gangsta rap god. I'm a end all
lost his life as he went for mine If this is the end I want to die with you Would you catch the bullet that was meant for me? Blaze across the sky
+Die Another Day+, what [Chorus] [Tha Trademarc] I tear up any track, front to back Like Roy Jones takin on fifty year-old cats makin comebacks, where you at
And at that time, like the drums really weren't soundin' right to me so I went and um, I was listening to Dre Chronic 2001 at that time and really I just
ll end it quick Who's a High Rida? Who's down with a squad? Who's down to smoke an ounce And go chill at the bar If you a High Rida Throw'em up real high
all nite store For real, I keeps it ill like a piece of blue steel Pointed at your temple with the intent to kill And end your existance, M-E-T Aint no
for Tical, that stays open like an all nite store For real, I keeps it ill like a piece of blue steel Pointed at your temple with the intent to kill And end
