Lil Head, Paul Wall - It's Too Late lyrics

Say look out J, I'm feeling this here man
That's some funky shit man, that nigga T-Mix
Got the track making a nigga
Wanna tell the truth man
A lot of down to earth game
I've seen a lot of dumb
Ass niggas and bitches, feel me
It's just real mayn
The shoe fit's wear it dog
That's bottom line, feel me on this here

Listen mayn
I'm trying to get game and maintain
Understand, it's simple and plain
To what I'm saying
I see, a lot of niggas take the game light
Tell your homies bout your hustle
And think that the game's tight grown dummy
Never tell a person bout your money
Even if you cap about hundreds
And only got twenties
I knew niggas that got caught up
For discussing the shit
Standing round the wrong niggas
Saying they fucking with bricks
Yeah that bragging get you fucked
Yeah that capping get you touched
Them same niggas you call your guerillas
Will put your casket in the dust
How would you handle that shit brah
If they was blasting up at ya
Would you pull your cannon out
And started blasting back at brother
Game serious
But my real niggas they gon be feeling this
Mary Jane ease my brain
While I spit this shit penitentiary chances
Hard times is what you facing
Youngster coming up in the game
With no patience why do
Niggas tell these hoes where they cash at
Knowing when they get pissed
They ain't getting no cash back
Perhaps that
Some of you niggas will wisen up
'Fore the FED's send a bitch at your crib
And squad up

It's too late, you need to open your eyes
Before the end, of you losing your life
Before it's too late, it's too late

Let's say for instance
You going through something
Your mind tripping
Your decision, to jump in your car
And start tipping while you flipping
You feeling Miss Thang going away
Ass banging, loving the way them hips sway
Now you thinking
What the hell you gonna do next
You stressing feeling good
You could use you some sex you'll prolly do
What the next man do let's keep it true
Pull up on the side of lil' mama
Ask what it do you'll spit some game
That's flame to lil' Miss Thang
Serving fire pimping, ejecting into her brain
Have her hopping in, without knowing her name
Five minutes later
She sucking up on you mayn
Ooh mama, ooh mami
I'm knowing the bitch you picked up
Got that HIV
Mash the gas, the ass is on your mind
Smash to the room, cause you wanting it from
Behind but slow down

It's too late, you need to open your eyes
Before the end, of you losing your life
Before it's too late, it's too late

I've seen a lot of playas in the game
Come and leave
But time is the one thang, you can't retrieve
A lot of missed opportunities
And wasted chances
Or all the write questions
But all the wrong answers
People tend to take for granted
Most of they blessings
They keep learning over and over
The same lessons
Boys be hanging out on the block
Hitting licks then go waste all they money
On a new pair of kicks
All they profit's is spent
On some food and new clothes
So they taking prison chances
For a new wardrobe it don't make sense
And it sho don't make dollas
The ones riding the bench
Always claim to be ballers
Where the real playas at
Or am I the last one left
I take my last breath and welcome my death
It's going down
You don't realize a good thang
Until it's gone before you know it
The good Lord done called you
Home it's too late