September 25th, 2008 by admin

Everything must change.

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 there’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, it starts to chain react
He 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

For the ends…etc.

I knew this chick named Sally, she had a nice strut
And everywhere that I went, 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, a life 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 to 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’s spittin, and if you’re rich she might swallow

For the ends…etc.

I knew these two homeboys, that 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
Holdin’ weight, goin’ out of state
Stackin’ mad chips, and pushin’ phat whips
Fly jewels and clothes, and got no job
And then one did some kid, and one got robbed

For the ends…etc.

September 25th, 2008 by admin

February 20th, 2008 by admin

They call me white Devil, black Jesus
Heaven closes, Hell freezes
Ego’s trippin’, scripts keep flippin’
Bloods keep bloodin’, Crips keep crippin’
Time keeps slippin’ and I keep fallin’
I can’t see but I hear them callin’, ballers ballin’
Players playin’, haters fightin’, righteous prayin’
Don’t forget Manhattan keep makin’, Brooklyn keep takin’
Shook ones keep shakin’, no time for fakin’
Know what I mean, I ain’t choppin’ no bars just risin’ like cream
If you diggin’ the scene, you feelin’ the vibe
Throw your hands in the air, scream are you alive
Singin’ na, na, na, na, na, na [X4]

They call me black Jesus, white Moses
Heaven freezes, Hell closes
B-Boy posin’, punk rock chicks, kids are alright but I need my fix
If you diggin’ the mix, feelin’ the drugs, if you keepin’ it real
If you livin’ like thugs, I spit kisses and hugs like forty five slugs
Come back on the run and kiss my love gun
Got a look that’ll kill, voice that’ll carry
Half a dozen women that think I want a marry
I got trouble on my mind, I’m refusin’ to lose
But still I got a find someone to abuse, I’m gonna run spread the news
Help say the word, jump the fuck back and just act like you heard

[CHORUS]
They call me white Devil, black Jesus
Heaven closes, Hell freezes
Black Jesus, white Moses
Heaven freezes, hell closes
Singin’ na, na, na, na, na, na [X5]

They call me white sinner, black martyr, live wire
Fire starter, jungle brother, red neck cracker, freak of nature
New world slacker, sex junkie lookin’ for a dealer
You can play the leper girl and I can play the healer
Shit is only gettin’ realer, baby haven’t you heard
That the bird, bird, bird, yes the bird is the word
It go one for the trebble, two for the times, and three for my homies and four for the dimes
Singin’ lemons to the limes to the break of dawn
Excuse me (six minutes) Everlast you on
And it go on and on like a rolling stone, baby, anywhere I lay my hat is my home

[CHORUS]
They call me white Devil, black Jesus
Heaven closes, Hell freezes
Black Jesus, white Moses
Heaven freezes, hell closes
Singin’ na, na, na, na, na, na [X18]

February 20th, 2008 by admin

January 29th, 2008 by admin

We’ve all seen the man at the liquor store beggin’ for your change
The hair on his face is dirty, dreadlocked and full of mange
He ask the man for what he could spare with shame in his eyes
Get a job you fuckin’ slob’s all he replied

[CHORUS]
God forbid you ever had to walk a mile in his shoes
‘Cause then you really might know what it’s like to sing the blues
Then you really might know what it’s like [X4]

Mary got pregnant from a kid named Tom who said he was in love
He said don’t worry about a thing baby doll I’m the man you’ve been dreamin’ of
But three months later he said he won’t date her or return her call
And she sweared god damn if I find that man I’m cuttin’ off his balls
And then she heads for the clinic and she gets some static walkin’ through the doors
They call her a killer, and they call her a sinner, and they call her a whore

[CHORUS]
God forbid you ever had to walk a mile in her shoes
‘Cause then you really might know what it’s like to have to choose
Then you really might know what it’s like [X4]
I’ve seen a rich man beg
I’ve seen a good man sin
I’ve seen a tough man cry
I’ve seen a loser win
And a sad man grin
I heard an honest man lie
I’ve seen the good side of bad
And the down side of up
And everything between
I licked the silver spoon
Drank from the golden cup
Smoked the finest green
I stroked the baddest dimes at least a couple of times
Before I broke their heart
You know where it ends
Yo, it usually depends on where you start

I knew this kid named Max
He used to get fat stacks out on the corner with drugs
He liked to hang out late at night
Liked to get shit faced
And keep pace with thugs
Until late one night there was a big gun fight
Max lost his head
He pulled out his chrome .45
Talked some shit
And wound up dead
Now his wife and his kids are caught in the midst of all of his pain
You know it crumbles that way
At least that’s what they say when you play the game

[CHORUS]
God forbid you ever had to wake up to hear the news
‘Cause then you really might know what it’s like to have to lose
Then you really might know what it’s like [X4]
To have to lose…

January 29th, 2008 by admin