Ending
B. Johnson T. Williams T. Wright Lyrics


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All y'all gangster niggas
Y'all motherfucking gangsta bitches out there (the dope game)
I'm a let y'all know something (welcome to the dope game)
Something that'll never end, this shit is going on like fucking numbers
Black on black crime, nigga it go like this here
We live an eye for an eye
You kill me, I kill you, my partners kill your partners
And you dead ain't no love on my spot
Me and my partners pushing rocks
Got them 17 round glocks at your ass spitting like loogies
We packing heat, 32 round clips, my automatic uzi
But I look into the eyes and I stare, I see death
Goddamn thinking "the fuck?", it could be me
My little homie on the ground crying
I'm thinking I'm gone, Oh my lord
My little homie Tony's dying (ripped his heart out)
He never had a chance to see his life glow
And he never had a chance to see his wife bro
And his little kid is only 8
It ain't about me or you motherfucker
You gone peep defeat off the tree
Cause you die and you murder, how could you live on the streets
And you never hurt, another nigga with a glock G
I'm thinking about Tic-Toc Boom, there goes another one
Send him to the moon
Ain't no rocket ship bitch, it's the temple of doom
I mean the ghetto, cause it's wicked
Most niggas out there in the hood, trying to get a chicken
But never even seen a bird
They die for that cain and that weed and they water
And they to fucking high, to see the enemy
Niggas that pretend to be, fools don't come close to me
Your best friend will kill you
I'm from that 3rd Ward, Caliope Projects
Where they peel your caps like bananas
Police trying to stand on them buildings with them radars and scanners
But they can't stop the murders
That's happening in my hood motherfuckers
Cause everybody study capping in this
Everyday, all day niggas dying, mothers crying
But y'all niggas ain't realizing that the hood is murder
Find your ass in a 6 inch gurder
Cause niggas banging like Charlie Chan
You'd better pack a piece nigga
And welcome to the never ending game

The never ending game, (the dope game) the never ending game
Will I die up in my sleep, or die on these streets
Cause the ghetto ain't no joke
Niggas in my hood everyday getting smoked
Welcome to the never ending game
Will I die up in my sleep or die on these streets

And the ghetto ain't no joke
Cause every motherfucking day another nigga gets smoked
And momma pray it ain't me
But I'm addicted to this dope game, addicted to this green cheese
I be making mail like the mailman
This is for my partners in the hood pushing massive cain (ice cream)
Through the hood of the projects
Its fiends walking up for bubble ups
You think I'm bout to reject
When a nigga get some money, I got them gats cocked nigga
I ain't living like no dummy
If I die, I ain't scared to die, but don't ask me why
Will I retire and give it up realize
That's this my only mission of money
But y'all niggas look at a nigga hustling like its funny
But I got to feed the family
Even though if that take me getting fucking scandalous G
And I have to hurt shit
Put a nigga in the dirt, mean putting in work
Lay him down, and punch in your time card
Cause you never know when your ass bout to go meet the Lord
So I live ruthless, reckless, and rangeless (dangerous)
Don't give a fuck, my clique is ready to hang shit
Off the rack, ain't no trap
Just a bunch of motherfuckers walking with gats
Through the projects and walky-talkies
Jacking shit motherfucker ungh, that's why they bark
Like dogs, watch a nigga hard
And I be slanging dope like I'm getting paid like Lou Rollins
And the white folks can't stop this
And the Taz can't stop this nigga, cause I'm in the hood slanging rocks
Getting paid cause I'm major
And if I die fucking retire my shoes and hang up my pager
And give 4 G's to my sons and kill my enemies
Y'all can't stop a nigga please, even if I'm dead G




And when I go out, I'm going out with a bang
So fuck what you heard and welcome to the never ending game

Overall Meaning

The song "Ending in 2-3" by B. Johnson T. Williams T. Wright talks about the never-ending cycle of violence and crime in the ghetto, particularly in the context of the drug game. The lyrics depict the brutal reality of gang violence, retaliation, and murder in the streets. It shows the desperation and the willingness of young men to do whatever it takes to make money and survive in an environment where poverty and hopelessness are rampant. The lyrics also describe the viciousness of gang culture, how friends can turn against each other, and how there is a constant cycle of revenge. The song provides insight into the mindset of those who are living in the ghetto and the factors that contribute to their decisions and actions.


One interesting fact about the song is that it directly addresses the issue of black-on-black crime, which is a controversial and sensitive topic in the African American community. The song's message is a stark reminder of the harsh reality of living in the inner city and the devastating impact of gang violence on families and communities.


Another interesting fact about the song is that it was released in 1994, during the peak of the crack epidemic in America. The crack epidemic was a public health crisis that devastated many urban communities, particularly among African Americans. This song highlights the connection between the drug trade and the violence that accompanies it.


The song also features a sample from the classic film "Enter the Dragon," which starred Bruce Lee. The line "Charlie Chan, you better pack a piece, nigga" was taken from the film and used in the song.


"Ending in 2-3" belongs to the genre of gangsta rap, which emerged in the late 1980s and early 1990s. This genre of rap music is characterized by its gritty, hardcore lyrics that glorify violence, crime, and street life.


The song has been used in various movies and TV shows, including "Menace II Society," "Clockers," and "South Central."


The song features a heavy bassline and a slow tempo, which create a menacing and ominous mood. The lyrics are delivered in a conversational, almost laid-back style, which adds to the song's sense of realness and authenticity.


"Ending in 2-3" is a prime example of the kind of music that was often criticized for promoting negative stereotypes and glamorizing gang violence. Nevertheless, the song remains a significant and influential work of rap music that provides a raw and unflinching look at the realities of life in the inner city.


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Line by Line Meaning

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Listen up, everyone


All y'all gangster niggas
All of you tough guys out there


Y'all motherfucking gangsta bitches out there (the dope game)
All you females involved in the dangerous drug-dealing lifestyle


I'm a let y'all know something (welcome to the dope game)
I'm about to inform you of something important


Something that'll never end, this shit is going on like fucking numbers
This lifestyle of crime and violence will never cease, it's continuous


Black on black crime, nigga it go like this here
Violence between people of the same race, it goes like this


We live an eye for an eye
We believe in seeking revenge for every wrong done to us


You kill me, I kill you, my partners kill your partners
If one of us is harmed, we retaliate by causing harm to others


And you dead ain't no love on my spot
Once you're dead, there's no empathy or mercy in my area


Me and my partners pushing rocks
My associates and I are selling drugs (cocaine)


Got them 17 round glocks at your ass spitting like loogies
We have 17 round handguns aimed at you, ready to shoot


We packing heat, 32 round clips, my automatic uzi
We carry powerful weapons, 32 round magazines in my automatic uzi


But I look into the eyes and I stare, I see death
When I gaze into someone's eyes, I see their impending death


Goddamn thinking "the fuck?", it could be me
I can't help but think, 'Damn, I could be the one dying'


My little homie on the ground crying
My young friend is lying on the ground in pain, crying


I'm thinking I'm gone, Oh my lord
I believe I am about to die, Oh my lord


My little homie Tony's dying (ripped his heart out)
My young friend Tony is dying (his heart has been ripped out)


He never had a chance to see his life glow
Tony never had the opportunity to experience a fulfilling life


And he never had a chance to see his wife bro
He never got to meet his future wife, my friend


And his little kid is only 8
His young child is just 8 years old


It ain't about me or you motherfucker
This situation isn't just about me or you, you piece of shit


You gone peep defeat off the tree
You will eventually witness the fall and loss of your own life


Cause you die and you murder, how could you live on the streets
If you kill and are killed, how can you continue existing in the dangerous streets


And you never hurt, another nigga with a glock G
You've never harmed another person with a handgun, my friend


I'm thinking about Tic-Toc Boom, there goes another one
I am reminded of the fleetingness of life, there goes another person's life


Send him to the moon
We send him to his grave, far away


Ain't no rocket ship bitch, it's the temple of doom
It's not a spaceship, it's a place of death and destruction


I mean the ghetto, cause it's wicked
I'm referring to the ghetto, as it is a wicked and dangerous place


Most niggas out there in the hood, trying to get a chicken
Many people in the neighborhood are hustling to earn money


But never even seen a bird
But they have never even encountered a significant amount of money


They die for that cain and that weed and they water
They lose their lives over drugs (cocaine), marijuana, and their thirst for success


And they to fucking high, to see the enemy
They are too intoxicated to recognize their adversaries


Niggas that pretend to be, fools don't come close to me
Those who feign toughness are nothing compared to me


Your best friend will kill you
Even your closest companion will murder you


I'm from that 3rd Ward, Caliope Projects
I come from the Caliope housing projects in the Third Ward


Where they peel your caps like bananas
Where they shoot you in the head, leaving your skull exposed like peeled bananas


Police trying to stand on them buildings with them radars and scanners
Law enforcement attempting to monitor the area from rooftops with radar and scanning devices


But they can't stop the murders
But they are unable to prevent the killings


That's happening in my hood motherfuckers
The murders that are occurring in my neighborhood, you damn bastards


Cause everybody study capping in this
Because everyone here is well-versed in the practice of shooting


Everyday, all day niggas dying, mothers crying
Every day, at all hours, people are dying, and their grieving mothers are weeping


But y'all niggas ain't realizing that the hood is murder
But you fools fail to understand that the neighborhood is full of killing


Find your ass in a 6 inch gurder
You'll end up in a shallow grave, 6 inches under


Cause niggas banging like Charlie Chan
Because people are fighting and shooting, just like in Charlie Chan movies


You'd better pack a piece nigga
You should carry a firearm, my friend


And welcome to the never ending game
And welcome to the perpetually ongoing cycle of violence


The never ending game, (the dope game) the never ending game
This is the never-ending game, the drug-dealing lifestyle


Will I die up in my sleep, or die on these streets
Will I meet my death while asleep or while on the dangerous streets


Cause the ghetto ain't no joke
Because the ghetto is a serious and dangerous place


Niggas in my hood everyday getting smoked
Every day, people in my neighborhood are getting killed


Welcome to the never ending game
Welcome to the perpetually ongoing cycle of violence


Will I die up in my sleep or die on these streets
Will I meet my death while asleep or while on the dangerous streets


And the ghetto ain't no joke
And the ghetto is a serious and dangerous place


Cause every motherfucking day another nigga gets smoked
Because every damn day, another person is killed


And momma pray it ain't me
And our mothers pray that it won't be their child


But I'm addicted to this dope game, addicted to this green cheese
But I can't help my addiction to the drug-dealing lifestyle and the money it brings


I be making mail like the mailman
I am making a lot of money, just like a mailman delivering mail


This is for my partners in the hood pushing massive cain (ice cream)
This is dedicated to my associates in the neighborhood selling large quantities of drugs (cocaine)


Through the hood of the projects
Throughout the neighborhood, specifically the housing projects


Its fiends walking up for bubble ups
Drug addicts coming to buy small amounts of drugs


You think I'm bout to reject
You think I'm going to refuse their money


When a nigga get some money, I got them gats cocked nigga
When I have cash in hand, I am ready with my loaded guns


I ain't living like no dummy
I refuse to live foolishly or naively


If I die, I ain't scared to die, but don't ask me why
If I die, I'm not afraid of death, but I can't explain why


Will I retire and give it up realize
Will I eventually retire from this lifestyle and give it up, only time will tell


That's this my only mission of money
Obtaining money is my sole purpose and goal


But y'all niggas look at a nigga hustling like its funny
But you all perceive my hard work as a source of amusement


But I got to feed the family
But I have a responsibility to provide for my family


Even though if that take me getting fucking scandalous G
Even if I have to engage in morally questionable behavior, my friend


And I have to hurt shit
And I have to cause harm


Put a nigga in the dirt, mean putting in work
Killing someone, which is the result of working hard in this dangerous lifestyle


Lay him down, and punch in your time card
Make someone lie down and kill them, as if it's a routine part of your job


Cause you never know when your ass bout to go meet the Lord
Because you can never predict when you will die and face the Lord


So I live ruthless, reckless, and rangeless (dangerous)
Therefore, I live without mercy, carelessly, and fearlessly


Don't give a fuck, my clique is ready to hang shit
I don't care, my group of friends is ready for violence


Off the rack, ain't no trap
Ready for action, no tricks or deception


Just a bunch of motherfuckers walking with gats
Just a group of individuals armed with guns


Through the projects and walky-talkies
Moving through the housing projects and communicating via handheld radios


Jacking shit motherfucker ungh, that's why they bark
Robbing people, you son of a bitch, that's why they complain loudly


Like dogs, watch a nigga hard
Like dogs, observing someone intently


And I be slanging dope like I'm getting paid like Lou Rollins
And I am selling drugs as if I'm receiving significant money, similar to Lou Rollins


And the white folks can't stop this
Even white individuals in positions of power are unable to halt our activities


And the Taz can't stop this nigga, cause I'm in the hood slanging rocks
Even law enforcement can't stop me, because I'm in the neighborhood selling drugs (cocaine)


Getting paid cause I'm major
Earning money because I'm significant and respected


And if I die fucking retire my shoes and hang up my pager
If I die, retire my sneakers and throw away my pager


And give 4 G's to my sons and kill my enemies
And give $4,000 to my sons and eliminate my adversaries


Y'all can't stop a nigga please, even if I'm dead G
You can't stop me, even after I'm dead, my friend


And when I go out, I'm going out with a bang
When I meet my end, I will go out dramatically and spectacularly


So fuck what you heard and welcome to the never ending game
Ignore any rumors you may have heard and embrace the perpetually ongoing cycle of violence




Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: CRAIG BAZILE, PERCY MILLER

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