End Of Story - Quando Rondo

Dubba-AA flexing

Mook on the beats

Mmm, you know we living, we on

This Is The Sound

Look

Sometimes the best response is none at all

You probably would’ve left your mans, that ain’t one hundred, dawg

See, nowadays, it’s like the fans doing the police job

Y’all talk that gangsta shit but cry when a nigga get knocked

You 'posed to walk it how you talk it

But shit, I still ain’t got my point across

Ayy, if the shoe was on the other foot, they wouldn’t have said he wrong

Fuck what they say, that’s understood, we had to make it home

I put that on the neighborhood before they bust my dom

Lul Timmy riding right or wrong

Blood on your brother on the ground, go and pick your mans up

Damn right, we scraming self-defense, he shouldn’t have never put his hands on

me

Look at the footage, that’s all the evidence, see them pussy niggas shouldn’t

have ran up on me

Who the fuck said that I was hidin'?

I’m still ridin' 'round with them bands on

me

And to set the records straight, I ain’t never had no show inside the A

Million on my head, that’s what they say

That’s all you got?

Bitch, make it eight

Come run up on me, bite the bait

Thirty clip on me, jump out, shake

That shit a shame

I’ma live this way until they put me in my grave

Ayy, we be on some beast shit

We be on some rockout with that Glock out, on some G shit

I be with them youngins, really mopped out on that three shit

We be on some blaka, blow they block off, hit they streets shit

We be on some fuckin' hit his mama house when his bitch in there

Sometimes the best response is none at all

You probably would’ve left your mans, that ain’t one hundred, dawg

See, nowadays, it’s like the fans doing the police job

Y’all talk that gangsta shit but cry when a nigga get knocked

You 'posed to walk it how you talk it

But shit, I still ain’t got my point across

Ayy, if the shoe was on the other foot, they wouldn’t have said he wrong

Fuck what they say, that’s understood, we had to make it home

I put that on the neighborhood before they bust my dome

Lul Timmy riding right or wrong

Red rum, top shotta, they play, I’m dropping a body

Right by the store with all them Crip niggas, only life that I had

What they don’t know, he knocked down foenem and did it all with no mask

Know many men, they wanna kill me, feeling like Curtis Jackson, woah

I don’t give a fuck how no one feel

My mans ain’t do nothing wrong

And if your mans wouldn’t have did the same, you need to stop fucking with him

Dig what I’m saying?

And everybody think this shit a game

I already know it’s murder behind this shit