Ends to Means

[Intro]

Brrrrrr! {*scratched: "Uh oh"*}

(?) workin the whole coast baby

{"That's right y'all!" - Redman}

I rock mics {*"Uh oh"*}

Whattup Ev, Jake One

Los Skangeles, yo, yo

(Here we go!)

[Rakaa Iriscience]

I know this kid right, he spit raps on mics

He said he did it cause he want a better chance at life

He felt like the last wolf preyin on cattle

From high school to night clubs to radio battles

His name Wu, his fame in the game too

The label meetings, lawyers, and managers came too

Before the ink was dry on the dotted line

They were tryin to redesign his life with pop shine

He found he's a number, a product, a theme

But yesterday the A&R was jockin his team

Now they wanna gamble with his art, life, and dream

(Yeah hopin that the ends justify the means)

[Hook: repeat 4X]

"We come from where the ends justify the means" - Evidence

[Rakaa Iriscience]

I know this girl right, she used to dance at night

She said she did it cause she want a better chance at life

She used to undress slow, while others would strip fast

Sassy with class and ass to get cash

She got dough but focused on graduation

Pre-med, if she has patience she'll have patients

Catch her with anatomy books on her breaks

Or hustlin cats, conventions to vacations

Hit on, spit on, and lusted for

Too close to quit thinkin "What's it for?"

Cryin in the steam, still tryin to scrub herself clean

(But the ends justify the means)

[Hook]

[Rakaa Iriscience]

Aight check it check it

I know this cat right, he flip sacks at night

He did it so his daughter'd have a chance at life

To keep the lights on and make sure the snacks were right

No ice but his hats didn't match his Nikes

Money rolls and rubber bands, stacks were tight

He turned turned out his own block, how sad the sight

For his baby girl, that little lady's his world

But when beef came he had to react and fight

He was pumpin out in front of his crib, makin a killin

When he seen some fiends comin up the block illin

There was somethin 'bout the scene he was not feeling

He ain't tryin to get popped or get caught dealin

But then three shots came from what he thought were fiends

He woulda shot back but ran towards his daughter's screams

One hit her pillow, two hit her TV screen

(He wondered if the ends justified the means)

[Hook]

[Outro]

{*scratched to end: "That's right y'all!" - Redman*}