Ends

E          D                     
Ends, some people will rob their 
C
mother
        E          D           
For the ends, rats snitch on one 
   C
another
        E     D                  
For the ends, sometimes kids get 
C
murdered
        E        D                
For the ends, so before we go any 
C
further
          E
I want my ends

[Verse]
            E
I knew this cat named Darrell, he 
didn't have a dollar
       A
He was Harvard material, Ivy League 
scholar
      E
Had a Ph.D., had an M.B.A.
    A
But now he's waiting tables cause 
there's rent to pay
     E
Companies downsizing, inflation's 
rising
A
Can't find a job, he's feeling kind 
of stressed
E
Doesn't even feel the effects when 
he says
Continúa después del anuncio
   A
Forgot to count how many times he 
been blessed
      E
So he falls off track, starts 
smoking the crack
    A
And once it hits his brain, it 
starts to chain react
             E
He sells the shirt off his back, 
shoes off his feet
     A
He's losing all his teeth, now he's 
out in the street
    E
And all of sudden he's like Jesse 
James
          A
Trying to stick up kids for their 
watches and chains
         E
But he's from business school, and 
he's nervous with the tool
      A
So he ends up on his back in a 
bloody pool

[Chorus]
        E
For the ends...etc.

[Verse]
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

[Chorus]
For the ends...etc.

[Verse]
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 did some kid, and one 
got robbed