L.g. Wise - End Results lyrics

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 k**as 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