Ends Lyrics - House Of Pain

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