| Song | Lose In The End |
| Artist | Casual |
| Album | Fear Itself |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Owens, Siguenza | |
| How'd i get here, | |
| Dwell through the hauls of all this confusion | |
| Usin' my tactics to stay alive, | |
| Wait astride when they try to get ya, | |
| Pretend they the bomb and they gonna get with ya. | |
| Run get away wouldn't care to stay and try, | |
| A peace ralley's not a place to die. | |
| Flee the park peoples pigs is comin' | |
| Your already homeless | |
| But they want ya gone in less then three, | |
| Eat away the p-o-l-i-c-e, and i see the billy club. | |
| He'd really love to hit me or get me | |
| But my 3-5-7 is wit me. | |
| Ain't goin' out i ain't, | |
| I'd rather paint chalk around a pig then a brother who's dark. | |
| I never ever walk streets lonely, | |
| I always gotta have my millimeter on me. | |
| To kill or beat a bald bill or ted officer, | |
| Lootin' so you shootin' and ya go off with tha trigger, | |
| So ya figure | |
| You need to dig her. | |
| Nigga of some brown but it ain't happenin'. | |
| [bridge]3x | |
| Didn't wanna cap him cause i knew it wasn't wise, | |
| Realized that my plan b was comin'. | |
| I need a concoction to block men and auction off them | |
| Just like they did us in dock ten, | |
| So now i stalkin' walkin' with myself, | |
| And plus tajai's swiss knife from off the shelf. | |
| To shake the likes of black abusers. | |
| And use a can opener, to open ya, | |
| Skin and then dig in and twist and turn, | |
| And salt, | |
| Burn! | |
| Left him cryin' that i'll never get away. | |
| I always get away, | |
| I always get away. | |
| Retreat and bag off, | |
| Call a-plus he must know that i'm about to fag off. | |
| Tell him he sager, | |
| Inhale when i heard the word was abandonin' me, | |
| My plan would be crumbled. | |
| I tumble down in tears, | |
| Pressured by the cops and neglected by my peers. | |
| But now i gotta go on all i know, | |
| Phuck it i'm a call a ho. | |
| [bridge]3x | |
| The spot i'm hidin' in is not tight, | |
| B-p-d see me | |
| Spotlight. | |
| I gotta get movin' | |
| Hopin' fences, droppin' senseless men | |
| Who try to stop me on my way. | |
| They in pursuit of a cute kinda demanded, | |
| Man and then away the fly guys landin', | |
| And then they gon get buck-ba-bo-bo. | |
| Buckshots and a lugged gun used up, | |
| Who's up next? | |
| No one. | |
| I go run the whole one, | |
| Hopped in, stopped when. | |
| I noticed that the quote is from good times. . . | |
| I'm the man. | |
| There goes the brothers who bit ooh goody, | |
| They got em surrounded description blue hoody. | |
| That's what happens when ya wanna wear your apparel like mine. | |
| . . . | |
| Couldn't figure it out?? | |
| Ya lose in the end!! |
| zuo qu : Owens, Siguenza | |
| How' d i get here, | |
| Dwell through the hauls of all this confusion | |
| Usin' my tactics to stay alive, | |
| Wait astride when they try to get ya, | |
| Pretend they the bomb and they gonna get with ya. | |
| Run get away wouldn' t care to stay and try, | |
| A peace ralley' s not a place to die. | |
| Flee the park peoples pigs is comin' | |
| Your already homeless | |
| But they want ya gone in less then three, | |
| Eat away the police, and i see the billy club. | |
| He' d really love to hit me or get me | |
| But my 357 is wit me. | |
| Ain' t goin' out i ain' t, | |
| I' d rather paint chalk around a pig then a brother who' s dark. | |
| I never ever walk streets lonely, | |
| I always gotta have my millimeter on me. | |
| To kill or beat a bald bill or ted officer, | |
| Lootin' so you shootin' and ya go off with tha trigger, | |
| So ya figure | |
| You need to dig her. | |
| Nigga of some brown but it ain' t happenin'. | |
| bridge 3x | |
| Didn' t wanna cap him cause i knew it wasn' t wise, | |
| Realized that my plan b was comin'. | |
| I need a concoction to block men and auction off them | |
| Just like they did us in dock ten, | |
| So now i stalkin' walkin' with myself, | |
| And plus tajai' s swiss knife from off the shelf. | |
| To shake the likes of black abusers. | |
| And use a can opener, to open ya, | |
| Skin and then dig in and twist and turn, | |
| And salt, | |
| Burn! | |
| Left him cryin' that i' ll never get away. | |
| I always get away, | |
| I always get away. | |
| Retreat and bag off, | |
| Call aplus he must know that i' m about to fag off. | |
| Tell him he sager, | |
| Inhale when i heard the word was abandonin' me, | |
| My plan would be crumbled. | |
| I tumble down in tears, | |
| Pressured by the cops and neglected by my peers. | |
| But now i gotta go on all i know, | |
| Phuck it i' m a call a ho. | |
| bridge 3x | |
| The spot i' m hidin' in is not tight, | |
| Bpd see me | |
| Spotlight. | |
| I gotta get movin' | |
| Hopin' fences, droppin' senseless men | |
| Who try to stop me on my way. | |
| They in pursuit of a cute kinda demanded, | |
| Man and then away the fly guys landin', | |
| And then they gon get buckbabobo. | |
| Buckshots and a lugged gun used up, | |
| Who' s up next? | |
| No one. | |
| I go run the whole one, | |
| Hopped in, stopped when. | |
| I noticed that the quote is from good times. . . | |
| I' m the man. | |
| There goes the brothers who bit ooh goody, | |
| They got em surrounded description blue hoody. | |
| That' s what happens when ya wanna wear your apparel like mine. | |
| . . . | |
| Couldn' t figure it out?? | |
| Ya lose in the end!! |
| zuò qǔ : Owens, Siguenza | |
| How' d i get here, | |
| Dwell through the hauls of all this confusion | |
| Usin' my tactics to stay alive, | |
| Wait astride when they try to get ya, | |
| Pretend they the bomb and they gonna get with ya. | |
| Run get away wouldn' t care to stay and try, | |
| A peace ralley' s not a place to die. | |
| Flee the park peoples pigs is comin' | |
| Your already homeless | |
| But they want ya gone in less then three, | |
| Eat away the police, and i see the billy club. | |
| He' d really love to hit me or get me | |
| But my 357 is wit me. | |
| Ain' t goin' out i ain' t, | |
| I' d rather paint chalk around a pig then a brother who' s dark. | |
| I never ever walk streets lonely, | |
| I always gotta have my millimeter on me. | |
| To kill or beat a bald bill or ted officer, | |
| Lootin' so you shootin' and ya go off with tha trigger, | |
| So ya figure | |
| You need to dig her. | |
| Nigga of some brown but it ain' t happenin'. | |
| bridge 3x | |
| Didn' t wanna cap him cause i knew it wasn' t wise, | |
| Realized that my plan b was comin'. | |
| I need a concoction to block men and auction off them | |
| Just like they did us in dock ten, | |
| So now i stalkin' walkin' with myself, | |
| And plus tajai' s swiss knife from off the shelf. | |
| To shake the likes of black abusers. | |
| And use a can opener, to open ya, | |
| Skin and then dig in and twist and turn, | |
| And salt, | |
| Burn! | |
| Left him cryin' that i' ll never get away. | |
| I always get away, | |
| I always get away. | |
| Retreat and bag off, | |
| Call aplus he must know that i' m about to fag off. | |
| Tell him he sager, | |
| Inhale when i heard the word was abandonin' me, | |
| My plan would be crumbled. | |
| I tumble down in tears, | |
| Pressured by the cops and neglected by my peers. | |
| But now i gotta go on all i know, | |
| Phuck it i' m a call a ho. | |
| bridge 3x | |
| The spot i' m hidin' in is not tight, | |
| Bpd see me | |
| Spotlight. | |
| I gotta get movin' | |
| Hopin' fences, droppin' senseless men | |
| Who try to stop me on my way. | |
| They in pursuit of a cute kinda demanded, | |
| Man and then away the fly guys landin', | |
| And then they gon get buckbabobo. | |
| Buckshots and a lugged gun used up, | |
| Who' s up next? | |
| No one. | |
| I go run the whole one, | |
| Hopped in, stopped when. | |
| I noticed that the quote is from good times. . . | |
| I' m the man. | |
| There goes the brothers who bit ooh goody, | |
| They got em surrounded description blue hoody. | |
| That' s what happens when ya wanna wear your apparel like mine. | |
| . . . | |
| Couldn' t figure it out?? | |
| Ya lose in the end!! |