Ends (Walmart Squeaky Clean Version)

I knew this cat named Dale

Who didn't have a dollar

He was Harvard material

Ivy League scholar

Had a PHD

An MBA

But now he's waitin' tables 'cause there's rent to pay

Company's down sizin'

Inflation's risin'

Can't find a job

He's feelin' kind of stressed

Doesn't even feel the effects when he says

Forgot to count how many times he's been blessed

So he falls off track

Starts smokin' the crack

And once it hits his brain

It starts a chain react

Sells the shirt off his back

The shoes off his feet

He's losin' all his teeth

Now he's out on the street

And all of the sudden hе's like Jesse Jamеs

Tryin' 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

For the 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

And everywhere that I went she was up in the cut

Swingin' that butt like "place your ad here"

Only rapped the Benz

And rocked the fly gear

Brand name wearin'Champagne wavin'

Jewels around the neck

A lotta style she's cravin'

Ain't no savin'

She's doin' all the spendin'

If you do the lendin'

She'll do the bendin'

Straight machine vendin'

That's money for tail

Shoppin' sprees get her on her knees

And then you hit her with the keys of your krib you actin' funny

Come home one day find her countin' out your money

From the Wetlands all the way to the Apollo

If you broke she's spittin'

If you're rich she might swallow

For the 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

That made a lot of noise

Makin' money on the block

The kids was on their jock

They was tougher than leather

Like Reverend Run

DMC they was tokin' guns

Hold and wait

Goin' out of state

Stackin' mad chips

And pushin' phat wears

Fly jewels and clothes

And got no job

And then one disappeared

And one got robbed

For the 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