Last Day Lyrics

Last Day lyrics

Featuring The Lox]  

 Intro/Chorus: The Lox  

 Can I live til my last day  

 Hittin honies that be na sty  

 Gettin money in the fast way  

 And I only care halfway  

 But I still can't let you pass me  

 [The Lox]  

 Yo what's beef to you  three niggaz with hoodies and bats  

 That ain't shit compared to one small cat with gats  

 When we came here we cut off all kind circulation  

 Breathin  eatin  the whole situation  

 When we do our shit we do our shit for real  

 While you take your money for your deal and make your own beats  

 Compose your own sheets, that's aight but chill  

 I'ma spend that mil and cop only hot shit  

 Rock top shit you know how The Lox get  

 Then you can see me flyin in the Bentley cockpit  

 Life's a B-I, hold I cliqua down for years  

 Gang not, but we been had our black tears  

 Niggaz under the stairs only understand what we got  

 Underground, all above must get shot  

 You couldn't book me Dano, see Luciano put the burners  

 to all y'all, what nigga bring it I'm callin y'all  

 You already know what it's about when I run up in your house  

 Put the gun up in your mouth and get the money out the couch  

 Hearin you out is senseless, perhaps for instance  

 I give this faggot a french kiss  

 Black gloves, no prints, dark tints  

 Word on the street they ain't heard from him since  

 You know about life after kicked the kid in  

 Since me and my mi-dan can flip seven gri-dams  

 Scri-dam the flow is forbidd-en  

 Either you ridin or you dyin cause we swingin iron  

 Lox and Poppa, turning niggaz into Jim Hoffa  

 Who gon stop us, it's your last joint double copper  

 You gettin money or your runnin from the Feds  

 Ain't nothin over here but sixteen and one in the head  

 And I solemnly swear  

 That all y'all niggaz out there got a problem this year  

 Chorus: repeat 2X  

 [The Lox]  

 Before you think of keepin me down, heatin me down  

 The flow like water get deepe and you drown  

 with no soul, many niggaz roll with no dough  

 Even the small Dunn got a little black hole  

 Your destiny is somethin you can never figure out  

 Niggaz is never happy til there's blood up in your mouth  

 There's a lot of killers, but who the hell are you to play in this?  

 A lot are dead, how the hell you take the pain?  

 Live with it got money you better get with it  

 My man had the thug in him did his bid with it  

 Get married to the game but never have a kid with it  

 Advice from the wise, slice the pies  

 Too many schemes divides, when dreams collide  

 Teams provide, war for the street to absorb  

 Stashed in the ceiling and you slept on the floor  

 Only a blind dove'll fall in love with a whore  

 [Notorious B.I.G.]  

 Uhh, uhh, uhh  

 Who the fuck wanna squeeze?  

 My Desert Ease make MC's freeze  

 You wakin up in cold sweats, they just dreams  

 You still apoligizin, analyzin, my size and your size and  

 realizin, a fist fight would be asinine  

 You just pop wines I must pop nines  

 Genuine steel piece, nozzle in your grill piece  

 You're shook up, two bricks, every cook up  

 We can hook up, all I see is the future  

 Disrespect, I shoot ya  

 By the way, them bricks, get flipped weekly  

 Sold by soldiers that mix weed with the leak leak  

 Die for a dollar nigga, life ain't sweet  

 Play for keeps wet shirts with experts on the creep  

 I be the mob fiance, about to marry it  

 Illegal transactions in Farragut with Arabics  

 Why not, they fit twelve up in the bedroom  

 Imagine what they stash is like, make you a classic like  

 my first LP, beef with me is unhealthy  

 Fuck around and get an ul-cer, loose your pulse or  

 collapsed lung, look how many gats I brung  

 For them homos, still doin promos  

 Break both your legs you're movin slow-mo, got shined to glow mo'  

 Nine hundred and ninety six grams, you need for mo'  

 Chorus: repeat til fade