(Everything must change...)
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 ends
Sometimes kids get murdered, for the ends