In The End

Yeeeah
 The (?) is back in this muthafucka
 From 96 onto infinity
 Now all you niggas on (?)
 Scared of death, nigga
 And this is on the real
 Cause we killas
 And this is the end
 Will I die with my eyes open wide in the sky?
 Five cries from a tec, leave me paralyzed on the steps
 Will I be broke, or stackin' from this rappin'?
 Or will I sell dope, get smoked and dumped in a trashcan
 The last stand of a pimp with a dent left in his brim
 Dug by the grim reap from his trench
 In a sense, I feel the end closin' in
 Holdin' the double-M direct from the crypt
 Keeper, that wants to put Young Ed to sleep, cuz
 All the dirt did murkin when I creep up
 Will I leave the world with a grudge
 And no love for the hate and creatin set trippin, and dumpin slugs
 They say we thugs that will never get no buff
 Ghetto madness, the sadness has us in a struggle
 To hustle and bubble, where is the love
 For a young nigga to stay outta trouble
 I guess there's none as I run from the Devil
 Who's tryin'a catch me with sexy temptations from his level
 Gunshots echo all through the San Fransick
 And more die from the Northside, the village of the lunatics
 Niggas say peace, but playa do you really mean it?
 They say it's allright on the other side but I've never seen it
 I guess they dreamin, or fiendin for fantasy
 But I can't fantasize cause I thrive on reality
 Gradually it's my crime to get mine
 It's my time to stack and when I die, that time still won't stop
 I roll with hards cause the softs get tossed
 This is the cartel from Young Cel to Baldhead, I'm on the Daft
 Lives get lost when shots from 25 Glocks let loose
 Black man and moose from the Hill, real and quick to shoot
 Will I stack loot or smoke so much my lunges pollute?
 And kill me slow, joint in my hand can't stand that I (?)
 I just ain't so cause death can creep up like a ghost
 And push you over the edge cause edge just little close
 And most niggas like that get smoked
 I guess I'm best to back up and stack up or wind up smoked
 Real hard to cope with haters out here tryina slit your throat
 To get your dough and leave you dead off on skidrow
 You didn't know? Well, hold on cause that time is coming
 We reap what we sow from smokin blunts and pullin guns and
 Startin funk when punks (?) so comprehend on how you go
 Cause you never know until the end (Hahaha!)