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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 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 it's rent to pay Companies downsizing, inflation's rising Can't find a job, he's feeling kind of stressed Don't even feel the effects when he says Forgot to count how many times I've been blessed So falls off track, starts smoking the Crack And once it hits his brain, starts a chain react 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, he's nervous with the tool So he ends up on his back in a bloody pool for the ends Some people will rob their mother for the ends Rats snitch on one another for the ends And sometimes kids get murdered for the ends So before we go any further, want my ends I knew this chick named Sally, she had a nice strut Everywhere that I went, she was on 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 her neck, lotta style she's craving Ain't no saving, she's doing enough spending You do the lending, she'll do the bending Straight machine vending, it's money for take Shopping sprees get her on her knees Hit her with the keys of your crib, you acting funny Come home one day, find her counting out your money From the Wetlands to the way to the Apollo If you're broke she'll spit, you're rich She might swallow for the ends Some people will rob their mother for the ends The rats snitch on one another for the ends And sometimes kids get murdered for the ends So before we go any further, want my ends I knew those two homeboys, who made a lot of noise Making money on the block, kids was on they jock They were tougher than leather like Reverend Run DMC, they was toting guns And holdin' weight, goin' out of state Stackin' mad chips and pushin' phat whips Fly jewels, golds, got no job And one disappeared, one got robbed for the ends Some people will rob their mother for the ends The rats snitch on one another for the ends And sometimes kids get murdered for the ends So before we go any further, I want my ends I said, I want my ends Some people will rob their mother for the ends Rats snitch on one another for the ends And sometimes kids get murdered for the ends