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Sample::everything must change.Ends, some people will rob their motherFor the ends, rats snitch on one anotherFor the ends, sometimes kids get murderedFor the ends, so before we go any furtherI want my endsI knew this cat named darrell, he didn't have a dollarHe was harvard material, ivy league scholarHad a ph.d., had an m.b.a.But now he's waiting tables cause there's rent to payCompanies downsizing, inflation's risingCan't find a job, he's feeling kind of stressedDoesn't even feel the effects when he saysForgot to count how many times he been blessedSo he falls off track, starts smoking the crackAnd once it hits his brain, it starts to chain reactHe sells the shirt off his back, shoes off his feetHe's losing all his teeth, now he's out in the streetAnd all of sudden he's like jesse jamesTrying to stick up kids for their watches and chainsBut he's from business school, and he's nervous with the toolSo he ends up on his back in a bloody poolFor the ends...etc.I knew this chick named sally, she had a nice strutAnd everywhere that I went, she was up in the cutSwinging that butt, like race you out hereOnly rapped the benz, and rocked the fly gearBrand name wearing, champagne wavingJewels around the neck, a life style she's cravingAin't no saving, she's doing enough spendingIf you do the lending, she'll do the bendingStraight machine vending, it's money for takeShopping sprees get her on her kneesAnd if you hit her with keys to your crib, you acting funnyCome home one day, find her counting out your moneyFrom the wetlands, all the way to the apolloIf you're broke she's spittin, and if you're rich she might swallowFor the ends...etc.I knew these two homeboys, that made a lot of noiseMaking money on the block, kids was on they jockThey was tougher than leather like reverend runDmc, they was toting gunsHoldin' weight, goin' out of stateStackin' mad chips, and pushin' phat whipsFly jewels and clothes, and got no jobAnd then one disappeared, and one got robbedFor the ends...etc.