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Ends

 

Ends

(album: Whitey Ford Sings The Blues - 1998)


Everything must change...
Ends...

[Chorus:]
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 Darrell
Who 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 to pay
Company's down sizing
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's been blessed
So he falls off track
Starts smoking the crack
And once it hits his brain
It starts a chain react
Sells the shirt off his back
The shoes off his feet
He's losing all his teeth
Now he's out on 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

[Chorus]

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 lotta style she's craving
Ain't no saving
She's doing all the spending
If you do the lending
She'll do the bending
Straight machine vending
That's money for tail
Shopping sprees get her on her knees
And then you hit her with the keys of your krib you acting funny
Come home one day find her counting out your money
From the Wetlands all the way to the Apollo
If you broke she's spitting
If you're rich she might swallow
For the ends

[Chorus]

I knew these two homeboys
That made a lot of noise
Making money on the block
The kids was on their jock
They was tougher than leather
Like Reverend Run
DMC they was toking guns
Hold and wait
Going out of state
Stacking mad chips
And pushing phat wears
Fly jewels and clothes
And got no job
And then one disappeared
And one got robbed
For the ends

[Chorus x2]

done

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