Ends Lyrics - Whitey Ford Sings The Blues - Everlast

"Everything must change" 

Ends, 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 

I knew this 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 their's rent to pay 

Companies downsizing, inflation's rising 

Can't find a job, he's feeling kind of stressed 

Doesn't even feel the effects when he says 

Forgot to count how many times he been blessed 

So he 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, and he's nervous with the tool 

So he ends up on his back in a bloody pool 

Ends, 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 

I knew this chick named Sally, she had a nice strut 

Knew what I wanted, 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, live 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 of 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'll spit, and if you're rich she might swallow 

Ends, 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 

I knew these two homeboys, who 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 

And holdin' weight, goin' out of state 

Stackin' mad chips, and pushin' phat whips 

Fly jewels and golds, and got no job 

And then one did some kid, and one got robbed 

Ends, 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 

Ends, 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