| Some people would rob their mother for the ends
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| Rat snitch on one another for the ends
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| Sometimes kids get murdered for the ends
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| So before we go any further I want my ends
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| I knew this cat named Dale
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| Who didn’t have a dollar
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| He was Harvard material
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| Ivy League scholar
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| Had a PHD
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| An MBA
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| But now he’s waitin' tables 'cause there’s rent to pay
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| Company’s down sizin'
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| Inflation’s risin'
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| Can’t find a job
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| He’s feelin' kind of stressed
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| Doesn’t even feel the effects when he says
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| Forgot to count how many times he’s been blessed
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| So he falls off track
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| Starts smokin' the crack
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| And once it hits his brain
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| It starts a chain react
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| Sells the shirt off his back
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| The shoes off his feet
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| He’s losin' all his teeth
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| Now he’s out on the street
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| And all of the sudden he’s like Jesse James
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| Tryin' to stick up kids for their watches and chains
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| But he’s from business school
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| And he’s nervous with the tool
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| So he ends up on his back in a bloody pool
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| For the ends
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| I knew this chick named Sally
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| She had a nice strut
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| And everywhere that I went she was up in the cut
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| Swingin' that butt like «place your ad here»
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| Only rapped the Benz
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| And rocked the fly gear
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| Brand name wearin’Champagne wavin'
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| Jewels around the neck
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| A lotta style she’s cravin'
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| Ain’t no savin'
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| She’s doin' all the spendin'
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| If you do the lendin'
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| She’ll do the bendin'
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| Straight machine vendin'
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| That’s money for tail
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| Shoppin' sprees get her on her knees
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| And then you hit her with the keys of your krib you actin' funny
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| Come home one day find her countin' out your money
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| From the Wetlands all the way to the Apollo
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| If you broke she’s spittin'
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| If you’re rich she might swallow
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| For the ends
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| I knew these two homeboys
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| That made a lot of noise
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| Makin' money on the block
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| The kids was on their jock
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| They was tougher than leather
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| Like Reverend Run
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| DMC they was totin' guns
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| Holdin' weight
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| Goin' out of state
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| Stackin' mad chips
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| And pushin' phat whips
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| Fly jewels and clothes
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| And got no job
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| And then one disappeared
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| And one got robbed
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| For the ends |