End Results

Verse 1 (D.C.P)

Ya'll boys try a dope deal dutchy sacks ready to roll cop a sack
from
dred down there on 74 'lac fogged up like you been hit with a
smoke
bomb eyes chinese like you been raised up in Hong Kong no joke
boy when
you roll through the MI 44 boy city gangstas bust them in the
sky streets
infested with sinners and bad body winners play your game right
dog
you might can take 1 out to dinner and combined souls now
jezabel got you
lace all eyes on dred when you walk up in the place with no fear
of God
what so ever mind only on chedder slanging out the blue beretta
hit the
club in somthing better just to show off your ice 38 on your
waist in the
back of the car you got a snipe praying Lord please forgive me
if I have
to bust asking you in advance just in case I have to rush

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End results ya'll its coming for ya
Cigar full of doja you can ball til you blow up
We never learn that's why many forever burn
Watch your rollie tick guaranteed it's hitting your turn

Verse 2 (D.C.P.)
Got a hold of two headturners one black and italian other girl
built
like a stallion down for whatever on her medallion boy be
careful about
these dade county girls they ain't no joke you get got with a
small 22
she pull out of her coat you just bent the corner blades
spinning like
propellers at the stop light some cats pull up in a tinted jetta
yellin
hey pull over look dog you got a flat next thing you know you
feel
something cold on your back it's miss itala mixed with black she
done
pulled out the gat make a false move cat she ready to attack
thugs
jumped out the back stripped him down like club rolex took
everything
to the car to the weed to the iced rolex they peeled off right
along with
the two chicks mouth wide open like he been yawning thinking i
can't
beleive this i don't deserve this yes you do if you be living
wrong these
are the results of the lifestyle of them boys who ain't living
long
now you pack more heat took back the four feet bullet proof the
black
fleet ride no less than four deep boy it's real in this hood of
reaping
and sowing for sure killas won't hesitate to bust your head over
dough

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Verse 3 (L.G. Wise)
Trapped on the block driving lex and coops iced up in the hood
with your
soljahs and troops but I salute you with truth now tell me how
could it
be little kids selling crack lying dead on dese streets it's
messed up when
you think your only hope is the dope we end up dead or in jail
so we
can't even cope 16 with triple beams selling weight to make
cream wanna
cry when I see me people can't even dream It's a shame how these
cats gone
say da name of my Lord spitting violence over beats got babies
caught
in the war and they lost not understanding what they doing it
for got
these judges throwing the books and closing the doors no more
time with
they family just a cell and cold floors like my Granny used to
say when
it rains it pours hustle to break bread just so you can stay fed
next
thing a closed casket cause they blowed off your head

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