End Results
Verse 1 (D.C.P
Ya'll boys try a dope deal dutchy sacks ready to roll cop a sack fro
dred down there on 74 'lac fogged up like you been hit with a smok
bomb eyes chinese like you been raised up in Hong Kong no joke boy whe
you roll through the MI 44 boy city gangstas bust them in the sky street
infested with sinners and bad body winners play your game right do
you might can take 1 out to dinner and combined souls now jezabel got yo
lace all eyes on dred when you walk up in the place with no fear of Go
what so ever mind only on chedder slanging out the blue beretta hit the
club in somthing better just to show off your ice 38 on your waist in th
back of the car you got a snipe praying Lord please forgive me if I hav
to bust asking you in advance just in case I have to rus
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End results ya'll its coming for y
Cigar full of doja you can ball til you blow u
We never learn that's why many forever bur
Watch your rollie tick guaranteed it's hitting your tur
Verse 2 (D.C.P.
Got a hold of two headturners one black and italian other girl buil
like a stallion down for whatever on her medallion boy be careful abou
these dade county girls they ain't no joke you get got with a small 2
she pull out of her coat you just bent the corner blades spinning lik
propellers at the stop light some cats pull up in a tinted jetta yelli
hey pull over look dog you got a flat next thing you know you feel
something cold on your back it's miss itala mixed with black she don
pulled out the gat make a false move cat she ready to attack thug
jumped out the back stripped him down like club rolex took everythin
to the car to the weed to the iced rolex they peeled off right along wit
the two chicks mouth wide open like he been yawning thinking i can't
beleive this i don't deserve this yes you do if you be living wrong thes
are the results of the lifestyle of them boys who ain't living lon
now you pack more heat took back the four feet bullet proof the blac
fleet ride no less than four deep boy it's real in this hood of reapin
and sowing for sure killas won't hesitate to bust your head over doug
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Verse 3 (L.G. Wise
Trapped on the block driving lex and coops iced up in the hood with you
soljahs and troops but I salute you with truth now tell me how could i
be little kids selling crack lying dead on dese streets it's messed up whe
you think your only hope is the dope we end up dead or in jail so w
can't even cope 16 with triple beams selling weight to make cream wann
cry when I see me people can't even dream It's a shame how these cats gon
say da name of my Lord spitting violence over beats got babies caugh
in the war and they lost not understanding what they doing it for go
these judges throwing the books and closing the doors no more time wit
they family just a cell and cold floors like my Granny used to say whe
it rains it pours hustle to break bread just so you can stay fed next
thing a closed casket cause they blowed off your hea
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