For Whom The Bell Tolls

Ready or not... (Ready or not...)

Ready or not... (Ready or not...)

Ready or not... (Ready or not...)

Ready or not... (Ready or not...)

Ready or not... - It's time to go

Ready or not... - It's time to go

Ready or not... - It's time to go

Ready or not... - It's time to go

Uh...

This is my last day, this is my last era

Wifey sittin front row runnin her mascara

And I'm laid out STIFF like my last pair of

Starch jeans; it seems that all my past errors

Don't even matter 'cause, I ain't even mad at God

I just think the saddest part is I don't wanna go

'Cause who the hell knows for, whom the bell tolls

I was, chillin with muy peoples just, out on Melrose

With Blu and Evidence lampin in our shelltoes

Drainkin brew and tappin bitches on the el-bow

Then WHOA! - Another chapter closes well

When they start to toll, it's just yo' time to bail, yeah

Some people live their life to die

Some people live to try, and fly, and fly sky high

Some people live their life to ride

Ride 'cause they riders, some people talk that jive

Some people live their life to lie

I live my life to open up my eyes real wide, wi-wide

Some people wanna live blind and walk the road

Oh, no - for whom the bell tolls

Uh, bells and whistles, they shootin, could smell the pistols

They never EVER hit or miss - it's the real official

Bullseye target, like New Jack Carter

The harder it gets, the more I find the market off sparkin the Flint Part of me says, "Go back home"

The other half says, "Get that throne" (y'know?)

So I spit words, they read like palms

And turn directions from East to North (oh!)

We can't stop nature takin it's course

But I can report, so I stay with my hand on record

Lookin for the next future resort

To reside in a time where bell rings and people are dyin

I'll just try to escape to this place in my mind

Some people live their life to die

Some people live to try, and fly, and fly sky high

Some people live their life to lie

I live my life to open up my eyes real wide, wi-wide

Some people wanna live blind and walk the road

Oh, no - for whom the bell tolls

Aiyyo, ashes to ashes and dust to dust

R.I.P. Jay Dee, DJ Dust - this was us

Ah, back when it was cool to bust, picture us

Eighty plus, surrounded by the crowd with'out a mic to clutch

Years passed and now and then I light it up

Reflect and get inspired by the fire that's inside of us

Dealin with the yadda-yadda, by-the by-the business

Try to ditch ya like economy

(Why?) 'Cause John wasn't about to be politick-in (maaaan)

It's the middle of '08 and I still ain't heard Obama speak

'bout problems that we face, I'm a tryna get this cheese

'Cause you never know, who shall tolls the bell's toll folk

Young folks are old folks, when it's time to go, it's time to go, folks

Stroke, croaks, cloats, and ghost

I hold hope, blow faith in your face then fade home like...

Some people live their life to die

Some people live to try, and fly, and fly sky high

Some people live their life to ride

Ride 'cause they riders, some people talk that jive

Some people live their life to lie

I live my life to open up my eyes real wide, wi-wide

Some people wanna live blind and walk the road

Oh, no - for whom the bell tolls

Some people wanna live blind and walk the ro-

Some people wanna live blind and walk the ro-

{SOME PEOPLE WANNA LIVE BLIND AND WALK THE ROAD

OH, NO - FOR WHOM THE BELL TOLLS}

E-v... Blu

Khyrsis on the beat...

Phonte, uh, for whom the bell tolls...

Uh... Hello, will...

Waddup, will?

Haha... Uh, for whom, the bell tolls...

They say when it's your turn to go, it's your turn to go

So we gon' turn to music up real loud

Think about all of our people... for whom the bell tolls

George Carlin... Norman Whitfield, Isaac Hayes...