Last Day
Album: Life After Death
Release Date: 3/25/97
Label: Bad Boy Entertainment
Explicit version of "Last Day" lyrics
Can I live til' my last day?
Hittin' honies that be nasty
Gettin' money in the fast way
And I only care halfway
But I still can't let you pass me
Yo
That ain't s*** compared to one small cat with gats
When we came here we cut off all kind circulation
Breathin'
When we do our s***
While you take your money for your deal and make your own beats
Compose your own sheets
I'ma spend that mill and cop only hot s***
Rock top s***
Then you can see me flyin' in the Bentley cockpit
Lox and B-I
Gang not
Niggaz under the stairs only understand what we got
Underground
You couldn't book me Dano
To all 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
I give this f***** a French kiss
Black gloves
Word on the street
You know about life after kicked the kid in
Since me and my mi-dan can flip seven gridams
Scridam the flow is forbidden
Either you ridin' or you dyin' 'cuz we swingin' iron
Lox and Poppa
Who gon' stop us
You gettin' money or you're 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
Can I live til' my last day?
Hittin' honies that be nasty
Gettin' money in the fast way
And I only care halfway
But I still can't let you pass me
Can I live til' my last day?
Hittin' honies that be nasty
Gettin' money in the fast way
And I only care halfway
But I still can't let you pass me
Before you think of keepin me down
The flow like water get deep and you drown
With no soul
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
A lot are dead
Live with it
My man had the thug in him
Get married to the game but never have a kid with it
Advice from the wise
Too many schemes divides when dreams collide
Teams provide war for the street to absorb
You're stashed in the ceilin' and you slept on the floor
Only a blind dove'll fall in love with a whore
Uhh
Who the f*** wanna squeeze?
My Desert Ease make MC's freeze
You wakin' up in cold sweats
You still apoligizin'
Realizin'
You just pop wines
Genuine steel piece
You're shook up
We can hook up
Disrespect
By the way
Sold by soldiers that mix weed with the leak
Die for a dollar nigga
Play for keeps wet shirts with experts on the creep
I be the mob fiance
Illegal transactions in Farragut with Arabics
Why not
Imagine what they stash is like
My first LP
F*** around and get an ulcer
Collapsed lung
For them h****
Break both your legs
Nine hundred and ninety six grams
Can I live til' my last day?
Hittin' honies that be nasty
Gettin' money in the fast way
And I only care halfway
But I still can't let you pass me
Can I live til' my last day?
Hittin' honies that be nasty
Gettin' money in the fast way
And I only care halfway
But I still can't let you pass me
Can I live til' my last day?
Hittin' honies that be nasty
Gettin' money in the fast way
And I only care halfway
But I still can't
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