(Chorus, Nicole Wray)
I’ll never do it again
Do it again
I’ll never do it again
Cause this is the end
This is the end
This is the end
I’ll never do it again
Do it again
I’ll never do it again
Cause this is the end
This is the end
(Verse 1, GLC)
My brother told me a long time ago
Don’t focus where you’ve been G,
Focus where you’re tryin’ to go
I swear the game make you cold like Abominable
Snowman, old man, when you tryin’ to shine like gold,
When it’s my time to blow, partner I’mma know
In the mist of getting dough, I was here with highs and lows
My Melo tried to play me
like my fuckin’ eyes was closed
Now I’m sitting here wishing my guys didn’t know
They love a G, so they despise a soul
What they gon’ do to him, beyond my control
When the reaper calls, it’s your time to go
Never play a nigga when you see that he is tryin’ to grow
Shooting Danny Blanco when he knocked out, caught a toe
Empty chamber so I’m watchin’ every angle
Under the moonlight with the Devil I tango
Church on the move like Jesus in the manger
Better control of money is better control of anger
So now I watch a friend the way I watch a stranger.
(Chorus)
(Verse 2, Chip tha Ripper)
Chillin’
Rollin’ up something to change my feelin’
Thinkin’ about how I came up from nothing while I’m splittin’
The cigarello
Phone rings I get a call
One of my dawgs trippin’ hard
Talking bout runnin’ and killin’ them all
I say, “Slow down, slow down, what the fuck you mean?
Nigga just ran in your crib and popped your daughter in the spleen?
I’ll be there in twenty minutes.”
But it only took fifteen
We wasn’t that tight, but cool enough for me to hit the scene
Not knowing this was all a set-up
Secretly they want me wet up
Jealous of my future chedda’, howeva’
They fast as movers, too slow for me
I pulled up, wasn’t no ambulance, there wasn’t no police
Somethin’ fishy goin’ on, naive kept pressin’ on
Nine gripped, thinkin’ the killer could still be on the lawn,
Opened the front door, they shot, I shot
Saw them drop shit
The nigga with something to lose almost lost it
Won’t trust him again
(Chorus)
(Verse 3, Kid Cudi)
Tease came through at three
Salute, at ease
He’s supplied the weed cause I’ve been the OD
It’s me with the black rock star steez
Real rock tease, three hundred a pop for these
Please, bummy, you don’t owe me money
Day n Night got flipped and I got blow for a grip
Sippin’ on the Heine with my Jaime boo beside me
That’s my fuckin’ best friend
When I’m tweekin’ she be calmin’ a brother
Like the touch from a mother
I’m so damn comfortable I never want to leave it
The feelin’
It’s something like a spiritual healer
Duckin’ in me
I think that’s the part I find intriguing
A little bit off, I am, I am, I am
I see that I’m caught
I am, I am, I am
It’s something like a spiritual healer
Duckin’ in me
I think that’s the part I find intriguing
I’m fiending
(Nicole Wray)
I never do it again…