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| Everlast Whitey Ford Sings The Blues Ends Everything must change... Ends... 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'm on my ends I knew this cat named Dale Who didn't have a dollar He was Harvard material Ivy League scholar Had a PHD An MBA But now he's waitin' tables 'cause there's rent to pay Company's down sizin' Inflation's risin' Can't find a job He's feelin' 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 smokin' 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 losin' all his teeth Now he's out on the street And all of the sudden he's like Jesse James Tryin' 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 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'm on my ends I knew this chick named Sally She had a nice strut And everywhere that I went she was up in the cut Swingin' that butt like "place your ad here" Only rapped the Benz And rocked the fly gear Brand name wearin'Champagne wavin' Jewels around the neck A lotta style she's cravin' Ain't no savin' She's doin' all the spendin' If you do the lendin' She'll do the bendin' Straight machine vendin' That's money for tail Shoppin' sprees get her on her knees And then you hit her with the keys of your krib you actin' funny Come home one day find her countin' out your money From the Wetlands all the way to the Apollo If you broke she's spittin' If you're rich she might swallow For the ends 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'm on my ends I knew these two homeboys That made a lot of noise Makin' money on the block The kids was on their jock They was tougher than leather Like Reverend Run DMC they was tokin' guns Hold and wait Goin' out of state Stackin' mad chips And pushin' phat wears Fly jewels and clothes And got no job And then one disappeared And one got robbed For the ends 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'm on my ends 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'm on my ends |
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