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Ends Everlast

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Everlast
Ends

EEnds, some peopleD will rob their mother       C 
For the endsE, rats snitch Don one another      C 
For the endEs, sometDimes kids get murdered      C 
For the endEs, so before Dwe go any further       C 
I want my ends E 


I knew this cat nEamed Darrell, he didn't have a dollar
He was HarvaArd material, Ivy League scholar
Had a Ph.DE., had an M.B.A.
But noAw he's waiting tables cause there's rent to pay
Companies Edownsizing, inflation's rising
ACan't find a job, he's feeling kind of stressed
EDoesn't even feel the effects when he says
ForgoAt to count how many times he been blessed
So he falEls off track, starts smoking the crack
And oncAe it hits his brain, it starts to chain react
He sells the shirtE off his back, shoes off his feet
He'As losing all his teeth, now he's out in the street
And allE of sudden he's like Jesse James
Trying to stiAck up kids for their watches and chains
But he's Efrom business school, and he's nervous with the tool
So he endsA up on his back in a bloody pool
For the endEs...etc.

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 race you out 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 take
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

For the ends...etc.

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 did some kid, and one got robbed

For the ends...etc.


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