Ends

Ends - Everlast

Everything must change

Ends 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

I knew this 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

There＇s rent to pay

Companies downsizing

Inflation＇s rising

Can＇t find a job

He＇s feeling kind of stressed

Doesn＇t even feel the effects

When he says

Forgot to count how many times

He been blessed

So he falls off track

Starts smoking the crack

And once it hits his brain

It starts to chain react

He 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

And 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

Sometimes kids get murdered

For the ends

So before we go any further

I knew this chick named Sally

She had a nice strut

And everywhere that I went

She was up in 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 the neck

A life style she＇s craving

Ain＇t no saving

She＇s doing enough spending

If you do the lending

She＇ll do the bending

Straight machine vending

It＇s money for tail

Shopping sprees get her on her knees

And if you hit her with keys to your crib

You 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

Ends

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 knew these two homeboys

That made a lot of noise

Making money on the block

Kids was on they jock

They was tougher than leather like Reverend Run

DMC they was toting guns

Holdin＇ weight

Goin＇ out of state

Stackin＇ mad chips

And pushin＇ phat whips

Fly jewels and clothes

And got no job

And then one dissapeared

And one got robbed

For the ends

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