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L.G. Wise - End Results Lyrics

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  • Verse 1 (D.C.P)
  • Ya'll boys try a dope deal dutchy sacks ready to roll cop a sack from
  • dred down there on 74 'lac fogged up like you been hit with a smoke
  • bomb eyes chinese like you been raised up in Hong Kong no joke boy when
  • you roll through the MI 44 boy city gangstas bust them in the sky streets
  • infested with sinners and bad body winners play your game right dog
  • you might can take 1 out to dinner and combined souls now jezabel got you
  • lace all eyes on dred when you walk up in the place with no fear of God
  • 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 the
  • back of the car you got a snipe praying Lord please forgive me if I have
  • to bust asking you in advance just in case I have to rush
  • Chorus
  • End results ya'll its coming for ya
  • Cigar full of doja you can ball til you blow up
  • We never learn that's why many forever burn
  • Watch your rollie tick guaranteed it's hitting your turn
  • Verse 2 (D.C.P.)
  • Got a hold of two headturners one black and italian other girl built
  • like a stallion down for whatever on her medallion boy be careful about
  • these dade county girls they ain't no joke you get got with a small 22
  • she pull out of her coat you just bent the corner blades spinning like
  • propellers at the stop light some cats pull up in a tinted jetta yellin
  • 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 done
  • pulled out the gat make a false move cat she ready to attack thugs
  • jumped out the back stripped him down like club rolex took everything
  • to the car to the weed to the iced rolex they peeled off right along with
  • 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 these
  • are the results of the lifestyle of them boys who ain't living long
  • now you pack more heat took back the four feet bullet proof the black
  • fleet ride no less than four deep boy it's real in this hood of reaping
  • and sowing for sure killas won't hesitate to bust your head over dough
  • Chorus
  • Verse 3 (L.G. Wise)
  • Trapped on the block driving lex and coops iced up in the hood with your
  • soljahs and troops but I salute you with truth now tell me how could it
  • be little kids selling crack lying dead on dese streets it's messed up when
  • you think your only hope is the dope we end up dead or in jail so we
  • can't even cope 16 with triple beams selling weight to make cream wanna
  • cry when I see me people can't even dream It's a shame how these cats gone
  • say da name of my Lord spitting violence over beats got babies caught
  • in the war and they lost not understanding what they doing it for got
  • these judges throwing the books and closing the doors no more time with
  • they family just a cell and cold floors like my Granny used to say when
  • it rains it pours hustle to break bread just so you can stay fed next
  • thing a closed casket cause they blowed off your head
  • Chorus

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