End Results Lyrics by L.G. Wise

End Results Lyrics

    Verse 1 (D.C.P)

    Ya'll boys try a dope deal dutchy sacks ready to roll cop a sack from
    dred down there on 74 'lac fogged up like you been hit with a smoke
    bomb eyes chinese like you been raised up in Hong Kong no joke boy when
    you roll through the MI 44 boy city gangstas bust them in the sky streets
    infested with sinners and bad body winners play your game right dog
    you might can take 1 out to dinner and combined souls now jezabel got you
    lace all eyes on dred when you walk up in the place with no fear of God
    what so ever mind only on chedder slanging out the blue beretta hit the
    club in somthing better just to show off your ice 38 on your waist in the
    back of the car you got a snipe praying Lord please forgive me if I have
    to bust asking you in advance just in case I have to rush

    End results ya'll its coming for ya
    Cigar full of doja you can ball til you blow up
    We never learn that's why many forever burn
    Watch your rollie tick guaranteed it's hitting your turn

    Verse 2 (D.C.P.)
    Got a hold of two headturners one black and italian other girl built
    like a stallion down for whatever on her medallion boy be careful about
    these dade county girls they ain't no joke you get got with a small 22
    she pull out of her coat you just bent the corner blades spinning like
    propellers at the stop light some cats pull up in a tinted jetta yellin
    hey pull over look dog you got a flat next thing you know you feel
    something cold on your back it's miss itala mixed with black she done
    pulled out the gat make a false move cat she ready to attack thugs
    jumped out the back stripped him down like club rolex took everything
    to the car to the weed to the iced rolex they peeled off right along with
    the two chicks mouth wide open like he been yawning thinking i can't
    beleive this i don't deserve this yes you do if you be living wrong these
    are the results of the lifestyle of them boys who ain't living long
    now you pack more heat took back the four feet bullet proof the black
    fleet ride no less than four deep boy it's real in this hood of reaping
    and sowing for sure killas won't hesitate to bust your head over dough


    Verse 3 (L.G. Wise)
    Trapped on the block driving lex and coops iced up in the hood with your
    soljahs and troops but I salute you with truth now tell me how could it
    be little kids selling crack lying dead on dese streets it's messed up when
    you think your only hope is the dope we end up dead or in jail so we
    can't even cope 16 with triple beams selling weight to make cream wanna
    cry when I see me people can't even dream It's a shame how these cats gone
    say da name of my Lord spitting violence over beats got babies caught
    in the war and they lost not understanding what they doing it for got
    these judges throwing the books and closing the doors no more time with
    they family just a cell and cold floors like my Granny used to say when
    it rains it pours hustle to break bread just so you can stay fed next
    thing a closed casket cause they blowed off your head