Ends, some people would rob their mother, for the ends Rat snitch on one another, for the ends Sometimes kids get murdered, for the ends So before we go any further I want my ends..... I knew this cat named Dell he didn't have a dollar He was Harvard material, Ivy League scholar Had a PHD, an MBA, but now he's waiting tables, cause there's rent ta pay Company's downsizing, Inflation's rising Can't find a job, he's feeling kinda stressed Doesn't even feel the effects when he says Forgot to count how many times he been blessed So he falls of track, starts smoking tha crack And once it hits his brain, starts to chain react Sells the shirt off his back, the shoes off his feet He's loosin' all his teeth, now he's out in the street And all of the sudden he's like Jesse James Trying to stick up kids for their watches and chains But he's from business school, and he's nervous with the tool So he ends up on his back in a bloody pool... For the ends, some people would rob their mother, for the ends Rat snitch on one another, for the ends Sometimes kids get murdered, for the ends So before we go any further I want my ends... I knew this chick named Sally she had a nice strut And everywere that I went she was up in the cut Swingin' that butt, like place your add here Only rock the benz, that rock the fly gear Brand name wearing, champagne wavin' Jewels around her neck, lay the style she craving Aint no saving, she's doing all the spending If you do the lending, she'll do the bending Straight machine bending, it's money for tail Shopping sprees get her on her knees And if you hit her with the keys of your crib, your acting funny Come home one day, find her counting out your money From the Wetlands all the way to the Apollo If you're broke she's spittin', and if you're rich she might swallow For the ends, some people would rob their mother, for the ends Rat snitch on one another, for the ends Sometimes kids get murdered, for the ends So before we go any further I want my ends... I knew these two home boys, they made alot of noise Making money on the block, kids was on their jock They was tougher than leather, like Reverend Run DMC, they was totin' guns Holding weight, pulling down the state Stacking mad chips, and pushing fat whips Fly jewels and clothes, but got no job And then one dissapeared, and one got robbed... For the ends ,some people would rob their mother, for the ends Rat snitch on one another, for the ends Sometimes kids get murdered, for the ends So before we go any further I want my ends..... Ends, some people would rob their mother, for the ends Rat snitch on one another, for the ends Sometimes kids get murdered, for the endsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
