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Lootpack - Frenz Vs. Endz lyrics
featuring Kazi
 [Madlib] 
 Hey yo it's about sex lies money murder jewels cars 
 Clothes hos hats blunts and gats 
 These are the things when you think of raps 
 Now a days if you ain't Geein' then apparently you ain't seein' 
 Like a normal human being mad lives waistin' 
 Too many niggas that's freebasin' 
 Modern day slavery run by racists 
 While you're actin' like you got a chip on your brain 
 You don't wanna see a nigga succeed without no pain 
 Off others' misery you probably gain 
 The games people play always pissing me off 
 Make me wanna start rushin' like my name was Gorbechev 
 I've got to go for self, now a days by myself 
 Cuz it's bad for my health to collect mad wealth 
 Brothers playin' the role like we friends to the end 
 But in the end it equals frenz vs. endz 
 [Kazi] 
 Yo, you're irritating, do you know what you're doing? 
 That's why my head don't really nod when you bust 
 Let's check your background, no outlook on future plans 
 That's why you won't last cuz your hip hop is jammed 
 Plugged up with wackness, how could you let this happen? 
 I thought you was the man, now I hold your rhymes for target practice 
 I can't role with the, I can't hang with the 
 Fake nigga, *bitch* nigga, ain't got their backs when it's time to throw down 
 Verbal wars, they never came around 
 Ya side of town, now show me how you get down Lootpack - Frenz Vs. Endz - http://motolyrics.com/lootpack/frenz-vs-endz-lyrics.html
 What's this, now ya speechless? Show me what's the reason 
 Lacking skills, ain't reaching nothing but deacons 
 As I go for self, now a days by myself 
 Cuz it's bad for my health to collect mad wealth 
 Niggas playin' the roles like we friends to the end 
 But in the end it equals frenz vs. endz 
 [Wild Child] 
 I'm Wild Child the rhyme constructor, 
 Madlib's the beat maker 
 Funk fakers in the place, hey yo, this rhyme might make ya 
 Snap back, check ya crews one time pay out your fees 
 I step on the mic, eat MC's up like Mickey D's 
 Fake MC's, can't you please realize we rock the seas 
 Stepping on the microphones with 1, 2's, and 3's 
 The mellowist, moodiest brother rhyming with that rhythmic technique 
 Sort of unique, you'll hesitate to speak 
 When Jack rips the rhyme time for a little 
 Get together with my crew cuz I'm like yeah, we gonna spit the 
 Freestyle, freestyle flows from the top 
 Them spontaneous rhymes that make you wanna hop 
 Now say what you say but A.K.A. Jack be known 
 To rarely write them rhymes because I'm freestylin' prone 
 Tired of MC's who never pass the mic 
 And yo, we be like, "Time to kick that ass" 
 I gots to for self, now a days by myself 
 Cuz it's bad for my health to collect mad wealth 
 Brothers playin' the role like we friends in the end 
 But in the end it equals frenz vs. endz
















