Ends Lyrics by Everlast

Ends Lyrics

    sample::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...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 disappeared, and one got robbed

    For the ends...etc.

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