Ends Chords

Capo 3rd fret
 
E           D                      C
Ends,  some people would rob their mother 
        E           D             C
For the ends,  rats snitch on one another
        E      D                  C
For the ends,  sometimes kids get murdered 
        E.        D                 C
For the ends,  so before you go any further
          E
I want my ends
 
Verse 1
 
            E
I knew this cat named Darrel didn't have a dollar 
A
Harvard material, Ivy league scholar 
      E
Had a Ph.D an M.B.A
A
Now he's renting tables cause there's rent to pay
E
Companies down sizin, inflations risin
A
Can't find a job, feelin kind of stressed
E
Doesn't even feel the effects when he says 
A
Forgot to count how many times I've been blessed
      E
So he falls off track, starts smoking the crack
A
Once it it hits his brain it starts to chain react
          E
Sells the shirt off his back, shoes off his feet
     A
He's losing all his teeth now he's out on the street
E
All of a sudden he's like Jessie James 
A
Trying to stick up people for there watches and chains
         E
But he's from a buisiness school and he's nervess with a tool
      A
So he ends up on his back in a bloody pool
 
For the
 
Chorus
 
E          D                      C
Ends, some people would rob their mother 
        E          D             C
For the ends. Rats snitch on one another 
        E     D                  C
For the ends. Sometimes kids get murdered 
        E       D                 C
For the end. So before you go any further 
          E
I want my ends
 
Verse 2
 
          E
Knew this chic named Sally, had a nice strut 
A
Knew what I wanted, she was up in the cut
E
Swinging that butt like race you out here
A
Only rapped the Benz and rocked the fly gear
E
Brand named wearing, champagne wavin
A
Jewels around the neck,live the style she's cravin
E
Ain't no Savin, doing enough spending
A
You do the lending, she'll do the bending
E
Straight machine vending,it's money to take
A
Shopping sprees gets her on her knees
      E
If ya hit with the keys to your crib, yor acting funny
A
Come home one day, find her counting out your money
E
From the wet lands all the way to the appolo
A
If your broke she'll spit, if your rich she might swallow
 
For the
 
Chorus
 
E          D                      C
Ends  Some people would rob there mother
        E          D             C
For the ends. Rats snitch on one another
        E     D                  C
For the ends  sometimes kids get murdered 
        E     D                   C
For the ends. So before we go any further
          E
I want my ends
 
Verse 3
 
             E
I knew these two home boys who made alotta noise
       A
Making money on the block, kids was on they jock
         E
They was tougher than leather like Reverend Run
A
D M C, They was toting guns
E
Holding weight, going out of state
A
Stacking mad chips and pushing back whips
E
Fly jewels and gold ain't got no job
     A
Then one did some kid and one got robbed
 
For the
 
Chorus
 
E          D                      C
Ends. Some people would rob there mother 
        E          D             C
For the ends. Rats snitch on one another 
        E     D                  C
For the ends. Sometimes kids get murdered
        E    D                   C
For the end. So before we go any further 
          E
I want my ends
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