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John Travolta % Olivia Newton-John - Ends lyrics
"Everything must change . . "
 Chorus:
 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 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 their's rent to pay
 Companies downsizing, inflation's rising
 Can't find a job, he's feeling kind of stressed
 Doesn't even feel the effects when he says
 Forgot to count how many times he been blessed
 So he 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, and he's nervous with the tool
 So he ends up on his back in a bloody pool
 Chorus
 John Travolta % Olivia Newton-John - Ends - http://motolyrics.com/john-travolta-olivia-newton-john/ends-lyrics.html
 I knew this chick named Sally, she had a nice strut
 Knew what I wanted, she was up in the cut
 Swinging that butt, like race you out here
 Only rapped the benz, and rocked the fly gear
 Brand name wearing, champagne waving
 Jewels around the neck, live style she's craving
 Ain't no saving, she's doing enough spending
 If you do the lending, she'll do the bending
 Straight machine vending, it's money for take
 Shopping sprees get her on her knees
 And if you hit her with keys of your crib, you acting funny
 Come home one day, find her counting out your money
 >From the Wetlands, all the way to the Apollo
 If you're broke she'll spit, and if you're rich she might swallow
Chorus
 I knew these two homeboys, who made a lot of noise
 Making money on the block, kids was on they jock
 They was 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 and golds, and got no job
 And then one did some kid, and one got robbed
Chorus (2x)








