Ending
T.Sawada; P.Chung; Ippo 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
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
The song "Ending" by T. Sawada, P. Chung, and Ippo is a raw and emotional depiction of life in the "dope game." The lyrics paint a picture of a violent and unforgiving world where every action has consequences, and death is always just around the corner. The song touches on themes of revenge, loyalty, and the harsh reality of living in poverty-stricken neighborhoods.
The opening lines of the song address the listeners directly, referring to them as "gangster niggas" and "gangsta bitches." The chorus of the song repeats the phrase "welcome to the never-ending game," emphasizing the idea that there is no way out of this life. Despite the violence and danger, the singer is addicted to the money and power that comes with selling drugs. The lyrics are filled with vivid descriptions of gun violence, including lines like "My little homie Tony's dying (ripped his heart out)" and "Ain't no rocket ship bitch, it's the temple of doom." The song ends on a defiant note, with the singer proclaiming that even in death, he will not be stopped.
Overall, "Ending" is a powerful commentary on the harsh reality of life in urban America, where poverty and violence are a constant presence. It is a song that speaks to the struggles and tragedies that many people face every day, and it does so with an unflinching honesty and rawness.
Line by Line Meaning
All y'all gangster niggas
Addressing all the individuals involved in criminal activities
Y'all motherfucking gangsta bitches out there (the dope game)
Referring to female criminals involved in the drug trade
I'm a let y'all know something (welcome to the dope game)
Introducing a revelation about the realities of the drug trade
Something that'll never end, this shit is going on like fucking numbers
Emphasizing the perpetual nature of the drug trade
Black on black crime, nigga it go like this here
Describing the cycle of violence within the community
We live an eye for an eye
Engaging in retaliation and seeking revenge for past actions
You kill me, I kill you, my partners kill your partners
Highlighting the brutal tit-for-tat nature of conflicts
And you dead ain't no love on my spot
Asserting that no compassion or mercy exists in their territory
Me and my partners pushing rocks
Engaging in the distribution of illegal drugs
Got them 17 round glocks at your ass spitting like loogies
Carrying high-capacity firearms and displaying aggression
We packing heat, 32 round clips, my automatic uzi
Carrying powerful weapons with large ammunition capacities
But I look into the eyes and I stare, I see death
Recognizing the potential consequences and danger in their lifestyle
Goddamn thinking 'the fuck?', it could be me
Expressing fear and contemplation about the possibility of their own demise
My little homie on the ground crying
Witnessing a young friend in pain and distress
I'm thinking I'm gone, Oh my lord
Feeling the imminent threat of death and turning to a higher power
My little homie Tony's dying (ripped his heart out)
Experiencing the devastating loss of a close friend
He never had a chance to see his life glow
Reflecting on the opportunities and experiences Tony was denied
And he never had a chance to see his wife bro
Regretting the missed moments Tony could have had with his spouse
And his little kid is only 8
Recognizing the impact of his friend's death on his young child
It ain't about me or you motherfucker
Acknowledging that personal conflicts are not the main issue
You gone peep defeat off the tree
Understanding the consequences of involvement in criminal activities
Cause you die and you murder, how could you live on the streets
Questioning the feasibility of maintaining a life of violence
And you never hurt, another nigga with a glock G
Implying that genuine toughness doesn't stem from using firearms
I'm thinking about Tic-Toc Boom, there goes another one
Contemplating the frequent occurrence of violent deaths
Send him to the moon
Using euphemism to describe killing someone
Ain't no rocket ship bitch, it's the temple of doom
Highlighting the danger and destruction present in their community
I mean the ghetto, cause it's wicked
Referring to the neighborhood as a harsh and treacherous environment
Most niggas out there in the hood, trying to get a chicken
Observing that many individuals are striving to obtain money
But never even seen a bird
Having never truly experienced wealth or abundance
They die for that cain and that weed and they water
Dying for temporary pleasures like drugs and material possessions
And they too fucking high, to see the enemy
Being too intoxicated or blinded by vices to recognize the dangers
Niggas that pretend to be, fools don't come close to me
Rejecting those who feign toughness and lack authenticity
Your best friend will kill you
Acknowledging the possibility of betrayal and violence from allies
I'm from that 3rd Ward, Caliope Projects
Identifying the specific neighborhood and housing development
Where they peel your caps like bananas
Describing the act of shooting someone in the head
Police trying to stand on them buildings with them radars and scanners
Referring to law enforcement's attempts to surveil the area
But they can't stop the murders
Highlighting the ineffectiveness of law enforcement in preventing killings
That's happening in my hood motherfuckers
Asserting the ongoing violent circumstances of their community
Cause everybody study capping in this
Indicating that everyone in the community is familiar with gun violence
Everyday, all day niggas dying, mothers crying
Recognizing the continuous cycle of death and grief in the community
But y'all niggas ain't realizing that the hood is murder
Critiquing others' lack of understanding about the deadly nature of their neighborhood
Find your ass in a 6-inch gurder
Warning of the potential fatal consequences of staying in the area
Cause niggas banging like Charlie Chan
Referring to the prevalence of gang activity and violence
You'd better pack a piece nigga
Suggesting the need to carry a firearm for protection
And welcome to the never ending game
Inviting others to accept the perpetual violence and struggle
The never ending game (the dope game), the never ending game
Reiterating the ongoing nature of the drug trade's destructive cycle
Will I die up in my sleep, or die on these streets
Contemplating the uncertainty of life and the dangerous environment
Cause the ghetto ain't no joke
Recognizing that the impoverished neighborhood is a serious and dangerous place
Niggas in my hood everyday getting smoked
Referring to the frequent occurrences of gang-related killings
Welcome to the never ending game
Wishing the listener to fully experience the continuous dangers and struggles
And momma pray it ain't me
Acknowledging the concern and fear of loved ones
But I'm addicted to this dope game, addicted to this green cheese
Admitting a personal attachment and dependency on the drug trade
I be making mail like the mailman
Generating significant amounts of money through drug trafficking
This is for my partners in the hood pushing massive cain (ice cream)
Dedicating the lyrics to associates engaging in large-scale drug distribution
Through the hood of the projects
Operating within the community and housing development
Its fiends walking up for bubble ups
Describing the constant demand for drugs from addicted individuals
You think I'm bout to reject
Expressing the unwillingness to turn down lucrative drug transactions
When a nigga gets some money, I got them gats cocked nigga
Being prepared to defend oneself with firearms when wealth is acquired
I ain't living like no dummy
Rejecting the idea of naively risking one's life
If I die, I ain't scared to die, but don't ask me why
Being unafraid of death, but unable to explain the reasons behind it
Will I retire and give it up realize
Considering the possibility of abandoning the drug trade and leading a different life
That's this my only mission of money
Recognizing the sole focus on financial gain in their current lifestyle
But y'all niggas look at a nigga hustling like its funny
Feeling misunderstood or ridiculed for their hustling efforts
But I got to feed the family
Acknowledging the responsibility to provide for one's loved ones
Even though if that take me getting fucking scandalous G
Being willing to engage in ruthless and questionable actions to support the family
And I have to hurt shit
Being prepared to harm others or engage in violence if necessary
Put a nigga in the dirt, mean putting in work
Killing someone and considering it a necessary part of their lifestyle
Lay him down, and punch in your time card
Killing someone and moving on as if it's just another task
Cause you never know when your ass bout to go meet the Lord
Recognizing the unpredictability of death and the afterlife
So I live ruthless, reckless, and rangeless (dangerous)
Choosing to live without restrictions or regard for safety
Don't give a fuck, my clique is ready to hang shit
Displaying a lack of concern, knowing their group is prepared for violence
Off the rack, ain't no trap
Creating an atmosphere of constant danger and intensity
Just a bunch of motherfuckers walking with gats
Referring to the armed individuals in their community
Through the projects and walky-talkies
Moving around the neighborhood and communicating via handheld radios
Jacking shit motherfucker ungh, that's why they bark
Engaging in criminal activity, resulting in vigilance and animosity from others
Like dogs, watch a nigga hard
Being closely observed or monitored by suspicious individuals
And I be slanging dope like I'm getting paid like Lou Rollins
Selling drugs with the same intensity and profit as a successful businessman
And the white folks can't stop this
Asserting that outside forces cannot hinder their illegal activities
And the Taz can't stop this nigga, cause I'm in the hood slanging rocks
Defying attempts by law enforcement to halt their drug dealing operations
Getting paid cause I'm major
Earning significant amounts of money due to their significance and influence
And if I die fucking retire my shoes and hang up my pager
Requesting others to honor their legacy if they were to die
And give 4 G's to my sons and kill my enemies
Desiring to provide for their children and eliminate their adversaries
Y'all can't stop a nigga please, even if I'm dead G
Challenging anyone who would try to hinder their influence or power, even in death
And when I go out, I'm going out with a bang
Promising to leave a lasting impact, even in their ultimate demise
So fuck what you heard and welcome to the never ending game
Disregarding any narratives or criticism and inviting others into their world of perpetual violence and struggle
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Written by: CRAIG BAZILE, PERCY MILLER
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