Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Is This the End? , by - Puff Daddy. Release date: 19.04.2005
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Is This the End? |
| Momma told me one day it was gonna happen |
| But she never told me when |
| She told me it would happen when I was much older |
| Wish it would’ve happened then (Is this the end?) |
| Sometimes I be wakin up at high noon |
| Sayin, «Why me Lord?» |
| -- folks thinkin I’mma die soon |
| I just tell em keep seekin, but when they sleepin |
| I be concealed up in my room, knowin that it could happen |
| I’m just tryin to maintin, because the future is untold |
| Till the static unfolds that the good die young |
| Please God let a Bad Boy die old |
| Do you think I wanna lie cold |
| Or better yet have many shots come close to the head |
| Shirt soaked til it’s red |
| The most that was said was that my homies had a toast to the dead |
| Do I need a pack a vest for stress so I can rest |
| Cause even though I’m blessed in my flesh |
| It all came down to a test |
| A motherfucker wanna go and put a tattoo on my chest |
| Now I’m caught up in the mix and I can’t do shit, but still |
| I can’t ride with program, fearing no man |
| Hit the car door let the door slam it’s a blessing that he had slow hands |
| But he’s still right behind me |
| All these heartless fools is steady comin after my P |
| So many phony niggas lovin to hate Sean |
| So many cheddar niggas comin after my cheese |
| Is it my car that they’re losin, are we all for the choosin? |
| Or is it all in confusion? |
| Better yet all an illusion |
| Shots rang through the hall bullets cruisin for bruisin |
| Don’t let this heartless bastard take my life away |
| I don’t wanna conceive takin his either |
| Dipped into the back and took a breather |
| Heard steps steady in closin with the bullet skeezer |
| Gotta do somethin, I ain’t scared to go |
| But yet my heart is steady pumpin for somethin |
| I refuse to be the one that they be dumpin |
| Gotta get away before the techs start gunnin |
| Bodies start jumpin, wreckin my brain not to try and understand |
| But withstand, is it cause I’m a rich man |
| Or is it trying to put a brother down in the dirt like quicksand |
| But no matter what the reason, I don’t wanna stop breathin |
| There’s dreams to fulfill still |
| Can’t complete em with a still kill |
| Face to face with enemies still grill |
| Forgive me for the pain I’ve caused and the sins I’ve committed |
| Even though I’m not hopin to go |
| I wish someone would open the do' |
| This man’s holding the trigger and his finger’s steady choking it slow |
| Is this the end? |
| Just, can’t, let, go (Is this the end?) |
| I, just, don’t, know |
| Wish it would’ve happened then |
| Did I just hear a tight jam, now it’s on let make my maneuver |
| Hit the alley saw his man in a landcruiser |
| In his hand was a Ruger, dipped in a Lex like Luger |
| Heard shots from a steel bruiser |
| Teflon in the seat took a pale stress |
| Felt the hate on my chest as I placed on my vest |
| What’s wrong with the brakes in the LX? |
| Ran straight into a lightpole, just before I got my life stole |
| A car came to the rescue |
| I bailed in and said, «Bless you |
| But what made me the man you would wanna show help to?» |
| I proceeded to ask him, and he said with a passion |
| I could never watch a soul die, plus you the man lookin too fly |
| (But who are you?) The pimp nigga named Twista from the cold Chi |
| Ain’t no sunshine, gotta keep nigga, I been shot at and stole on |
| No protection from one time, only caught for my prime |
| So I asked the Father what I did so wrong? |
| Cause shit it’s been hard for me besides chief |
| And the smell of sweet news when the beef brew |
| Motherfuckers steady ballin but steady fallin |
| Right in detours, bout to hit my feet soon |
| So I just presume, deep into the rhymes of a rapper |
| Prepare my mind for the capture |
| Thinkin Ginuwine like the bachelor |
| But why these niggas wanna make us intertwined with the rapture? |
| Ego for dispersin us, don’t even hurt the clutch |
| Cause he’s coldblooded and merciless |
| Steady bustin shots at both of us, was the strap close to us |
| Then for survival we both to bust |
| But Renaults get to roast to crush, cause he steady gettin closer |
| Paranoid like a crackfiend when the gat seen |
| Scream when the bullet hit me in the shoulder |
| Don’t wanna die til I get older |
| Try to visualize the beholder, he’s inconceivable |
| So now my sight is gettin dark a lot |
| Let’s step off up in this parking lot where them dogs bark a lot |
| And try to wait until his ma get hot |
| I can make a person fight to survive whether good or connivin |
| You never know when it’s your time to leave |
| Smokin weed to keep my mind at ease, let’s go back to the car |
| But wait, I can’t find the keys |
| Plus we didn’t chill long enough, the footsteps are comin close |
| Is it one of them unholy men? |
| With a strap ready to boldly sin |
| Mama told me it was comin, but I wish she woulda told me when |
| Is this the end? |
| (Chorus Two fades out at the end) |