the ends

2:00 a.m. hollerin' outside Lookin' but I cannot find Don't you fall asleep this time I been all alone on a long way drive Only you can stand my mind Only you can fix inside So if I make it out tonight Let's make it a bada- time Okay, I got it, copy 20-20, but I can't see nobody One eye open, Illuminati This might be the verse that make 'em drop me Ain't makin' friends, we just makin' hobbies Know they want my girl, that was just a hobby Call her 50, tell 'em load up the lobby Elevate up, no need to find me Yeah, yeah X-ray vision, see through you n- Newspaper stand, we press the issue (press it, press it, press the issue) We ain't sendin' shots, we launchin' missiles (yeah) Right up at your hood up north Checkin' Third Ward, I'm goin' mental F- out my room, I been rackin' up incidentals Cookin' on a tune, I been cheffin' up instrumentals Nothin' else to do when you're ridin' in the When you ridin' in the, in the back of the back seat (back seat) Driver run the miles up like I'm runnin' a track meet (track meet, track meet, track mee) Gotta watch my back now, 'cause these n- at me All black in a Benz when I pull up on ya They don't want to see me in the ends In the ends Let me catch you creepin', here past ten, in the ends From a tribe of check-a-hoe like Indian Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah To them I'm a big dick, a cheque and some laughter (hey!) I guess it's all survival but please be careful, uh I gave up on the Bible long time ago I hope it ain't give up on me, I don't know I came up in a town, they were murderin' kids And dumped them in the creek up from where I live Bodies, bodies, bodies sprinkled around We runnin' through the sprinkler looking around Killer would show up with boxes of pizza And said he had a label recruitin' people Put that on my grandma and everythin' My homie said he told 'em his name was Wayne It could've been me, it could've been you too But what a memory in me, it may need interludes What's gon' patch up my inner tube So I could pop a wheelie and walk it too Oh yeah, La Flame with the nappy fro' now, yeah Yeah, in the ends, I'ma kick your door down Oh yeah, we keep wildin' out the Mo' now Oh yeah, keep that 300 Z-Ro when I pull up on ya