Home Late by Yaki Kadafi Lyrics
[Intro: 2Pac & Phil Collins]
To the end, to the end
To the end my friend
I give, I give a holla to my niggas
I can feel it coming in the air tonight, hold on, hold on
To the end my friend
[Hook: 2Pac]
They got me starin' at the world through my rearview
Go on, baby, scream to God, he can't hear you
I can feel your heart beatin' fast 'cause it's time to die
Gettin' high, watchin' time fly
And all my motherfuckers
Starin' at the world through my rearview
Go on, baby, scream to God, he can't hear you
I can feel your heart beatin' fast 'cause it's time to die
Gettin' high, watchin' time fly
[Verse 1: Yaki Kadafi]
Back in the days we hustled for sneakers and beepers
Nine-six for Glocks cause fiends hittin' up blocks with street sweepers
Bless myself when knowin' rules to these streets
Somethin' I learned in school
On some Million Man March shit for the piece
True that, only one life to lead, a fast life of greed
Criminally addicted, infested since a seed
We all die, breed bleed like humans, towns run
By young guns, Outlawz and truants, shit's deep
Turn eighteen, burn my will when I go
Burnt my body with my shotty, or chosin' my dough
So while you reminiscin' all nights out with the crew
Smoke a blunt for me too, I'm starin' through your rear view
[Hook: 2Pac]
They got me starin' at the world through my rearview
Go on, baby, scream to God, he can't hear you
I can feel your heart beatin' fast 'cause it's time to die
Gettin' high, watchin' time fly
And all my motherfuckers
Starin' at the world through my rearview
Go on, baby, scream to God, he can't hear you
I can feel your heart beatin' fast 'cause it's time to die
Gettin' high, watchin' time fly
[Bridge: Phil Collins]
I can feel it coming in the air tonight, hold on, hold on
[Verse 2: Yaki Kadafi]
See you been gone my whole life, like a game a cee-lo
Fulfilling your dreams on the streets like nino
Brown, the whole town be shook up
And me and momma surviving depends on how many rocks a nigga cook up
Narcotics is mastered, seen them niggas you blasted
Wanting me in a casket, on the grind I'm faster
Yea nigga I heard, lil' moo gave me word
You get paroled on the 3rd,ill roll up we get served
We out here frontin', still don't care about nothin'
Rollin in my double R and I'm trying to see somethin' we ain't never had
Came from a life of living, learn the tricks of the trade
Shit shoulda been taught by dad
But learned through the crew, that's just between me and you
And once we lock this shit down, ain't a thing they can do
Meanwhile I'll stay waiting by the phone
Hoping I'll get the call, telling a nigga that you home
[Interlude: 2Pac]
Grab my straps, locate my comrades
Let's get my enemies not knowin' I'm comin' back
Go get the money out the safe
It's time to turn the streets into a war zone
[Hook: 2Pac]
They got me starin' at the world through my rearview
Go on, baby, scream to God, he can't hear you
I can feel your heart beatin' fast 'cause it's time to die
Gettin' high, watchin' time fly
[Bridge: Phil Collins]
I can feel it coming in the air tonight, Hold on
[Verse 3: Yaki Kadafi]
From bootycalls to bail sheets, it ain't no tellin'
If I wake up in the county in my jail sheets
My intuitions and ambitions up in the late night
Probably involves me comin' up with just to see another day
Might be me who bites the bullet
In these streets where a man journey
With crooked cops and a society who tryin to burn me
I'm like a pit in a cage, spittin' my shells in a gauge
Deadly as AIDS, niggas gettin' crossed like a maze
Now picture me livin' my life like a king, maybe one day
Until then I'm livin' Monday through Sunday
Bringin the gunplay for all these beefs and battles
When we collide, I'm a ride on that hide like cattle
Cowards best to skedaddle in the late night
[Hook: 2Pac]
They got me starin' at the world through my rearview
Go on, baby, scream to God, he can't hear you
I can feel your heart beatin' fast 'cause it's time to die
Gettin' high, watchin' time fly
And all my motherfuckers
Starin' at the world through my rearview
Go on, baby, scream to God, he can't hear you
I can feel your heart beatin' fast 'cause it's time to die
Gettin' high, watchin' time fly
To the end, to the end
To the end my friend
I give, I give a holla to my niggas
I can feel it coming in the air tonight, hold on, hold on
To the end my friend
[Hook: 2Pac]
They got me starin' at the world through my rearview
Go on, baby, scream to God, he can't hear you
I can feel your heart beatin' fast 'cause it's time to die
Gettin' high, watchin' time fly
And all my motherfuckers
Starin' at the world through my rearview
Go on, baby, scream to God, he can't hear you
I can feel your heart beatin' fast 'cause it's time to die
Gettin' high, watchin' time fly
[Verse 1: Yaki Kadafi]
Back in the days we hustled for sneakers and beepers
Nine-six for Glocks cause fiends hittin' up blocks with street sweepers
Bless myself when knowin' rules to these streets
Somethin' I learned in school
On some Million Man March shit for the piece
True that, only one life to lead, a fast life of greed
Criminally addicted, infested since a seed
We all die, breed bleed like humans, towns run
By young guns, Outlawz and truants, shit's deep
Turn eighteen, burn my will when I go
Burnt my body with my shotty, or chosin' my dough
So while you reminiscin' all nights out with the crew
Smoke a blunt for me too, I'm starin' through your rear view
[Hook: 2Pac]
They got me starin' at the world through my rearview
Go on, baby, scream to God, he can't hear you
I can feel your heart beatin' fast 'cause it's time to die
Gettin' high, watchin' time fly
And all my motherfuckers
Starin' at the world through my rearview
Go on, baby, scream to God, he can't hear you
I can feel your heart beatin' fast 'cause it's time to die
Gettin' high, watchin' time fly
[Bridge: Phil Collins]
I can feel it coming in the air tonight, hold on, hold on
[Verse 2: Yaki Kadafi]
See you been gone my whole life, like a game a cee-lo
Fulfilling your dreams on the streets like nino
Brown, the whole town be shook up
And me and momma surviving depends on how many rocks a nigga cook up
Narcotics is mastered, seen them niggas you blasted
Wanting me in a casket, on the grind I'm faster
Yea nigga I heard, lil' moo gave me word
You get paroled on the 3rd,ill roll up we get served
We out here frontin', still don't care about nothin'
Rollin in my double R and I'm trying to see somethin' we ain't never had
Came from a life of living, learn the tricks of the trade
Shit shoulda been taught by dad
But learned through the crew, that's just between me and you
And once we lock this shit down, ain't a thing they can do
Meanwhile I'll stay waiting by the phone
Hoping I'll get the call, telling a nigga that you home
[Interlude: 2Pac]
Grab my straps, locate my comrades
Let's get my enemies not knowin' I'm comin' back
Go get the money out the safe
It's time to turn the streets into a war zone
[Hook: 2Pac]
They got me starin' at the world through my rearview
Go on, baby, scream to God, he can't hear you
I can feel your heart beatin' fast 'cause it's time to die
Gettin' high, watchin' time fly
[Bridge: Phil Collins]
I can feel it coming in the air tonight, Hold on
[Verse 3: Yaki Kadafi]
From bootycalls to bail sheets, it ain't no tellin'
If I wake up in the county in my jail sheets
My intuitions and ambitions up in the late night
Probably involves me comin' up with just to see another day
Might be me who bites the bullet
In these streets where a man journey
With crooked cops and a society who tryin to burn me
I'm like a pit in a cage, spittin' my shells in a gauge
Deadly as AIDS, niggas gettin' crossed like a maze
Now picture me livin' my life like a king, maybe one day
Until then I'm livin' Monday through Sunday
Bringin the gunplay for all these beefs and battles
When we collide, I'm a ride on that hide like cattle
Cowards best to skedaddle in the late night
[Hook: 2Pac]
They got me starin' at the world through my rearview
Go on, baby, scream to God, he can't hear you
I can feel your heart beatin' fast 'cause it's time to die
Gettin' high, watchin' time fly
And all my motherfuckers
Starin' at the world through my rearview
Go on, baby, scream to God, he can't hear you
I can feel your heart beatin' fast 'cause it's time to die
Gettin' high, watchin' time fly