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Some people will rob their mother for the ends

Rats snitch on one another for the ends

Sometimes kids get murdered for the ends

So before we go any further, I want my ends

Cat named Darrell, he didn't have a dollar

He was Harvard material, Ivy League scholar

Had a Ph.D., had an M.B.A.

But now he's waiting tables 'cause it's rent to pay

Companies downsizing, inflation's rising

Can't find a job, he's feeling kind of stressed

Don't even feel the effects when he says

Forgot to count how many times I've been blessed

So falls off track, starts smoking the Crack

And once it hits his brain, starts a chain react

Sells the shirt off his back, shoes off his feet

He's losing all his teeth, now he's out in the street

And all of sudden he's like, Jesse James

Trying to stick up kids for their watches and chains

But he's from Business School, he's nervous with the tool

So he ends up on his back in a bloody pool for the ends

Some people will rob their mother for the ends

Rats snitch on one another for the ends

And sometimes kids get murdered for the ends

So before we go any further, want my ends

I knew this chick named Sally, she had a nice strut

Everywhere that I went, she was on the cut

Swinging that butt like place your ad here

Only rapped the Benz and rocked the fly gear

Brand name wearing, champagne waving

Jewels around her neck, lotta style she's craving

Ain't no saving, she's doing enough spending

You do the lending, she'll do the bending

Straight machine vending, it's money for take

Shopping sprees get her on her knees

Hit her with the keys of your crib, you acting funny

Come home one day, find her counting out your money

From the Wetlands to the way to the Apollo

If you're broke she'll spit, you're rich

She might swallow for the ends

Some people will rob their mother for the ends

The rats snitch on one another for the ends

And sometimes kids get murdered for the ends

So before we go any further, want my ends

I knew those two homeboys, who made a lot of noise

Making money on the block, kids was on they jock

They were tougher than leather like Reverend Run

DMC, they was toting guns

And holdin' weight, goin' out of state

Stackin' mad chips and pushin' phat whips

Fly jewels, golds, got no job

And one disappeared, one got robbed for the ends

Some people will rob their mother for the ends

The rats snitch on one another for the ends

And sometimes kids get murdered for the ends

So before we go any further, I want my ends

I said, I want my ends

Some people will rob their mother for the ends

Rats snitch on one another for the ends

And sometimes kids get murdered for the ends

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