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We've all seen a man at the liquor store
beggin' for your change
The hair on his face is dirty, dread-locked, and full of mange
He asks a man for what he could spare, with shame in his eyes
"Get a job you f***ing slob," is all he replies
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
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Then you really might know what it's like...
Then you really might know what it's like...
Then you really might know what it's like...
Then you really might know what it's like...
Mary got pregnant from a kid named Tom that said he was in love
He said, "Don't worry about a thing, baby doll
I'm the man you've been dreaming of."
But 3 months later he say he won't date her or return her calls
And she swear, "God d***, if I find that man I'm cuttin' off his
balls."
And then she heads for the clinic and
she gets some static walking through the door
They call her a killer, and they call her a sinner
and they call her a whore
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
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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 downside of up
And everything between
I licked the silver spoon
Drank from the golden cup
And smoked the finest green
I stroked the fattest 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
who used to get fat stacks out on the corner with drugs
He liked to hang out late
he liked to get s***-faced and keep the pace with thugs
Until late one night there was a big old fight and Max lost his head
He pulled out his chrome .45, talked some s***, and wound up dead
Now his wife and his kids are caught in the midst of all of this pain
You know it comes that way
at least that's what they say when you play the game
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...
Then you really might know what it's like...
Then you really might know what it's like...to have to lose
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Ends, some people would rob their
mother, for the ends
Rat 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 Dell he didn't have a dollar
He was Harvard material, Ivy League scholar
Had a PHD, an MBA,
but now he's waiting tables, cause there's rent ta pay
Company's downsizing, Inflation's rising
Can't find a job, he's feeling kinda stressed
Doesn't even feel the effects when he says
Forgot to count how many times he been blessed
So he falls of track, starts smoking tha crack
And once it hits his brain, starts to chain react
Sells the shirt off his back, the shoes off his feet
He's loosin' all his teeth, now he's out in the street
And all of the 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, some people would rob their mother, for the ends
Rat 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 chick named Sally she had a nice strut
And everywere that I went she was up in the cut
Swingin' that butt, like place your add here
Only rock the benz, that rock the fly gear
Brand name wearing, champagne wavin'
Jewels around her neck, lay the style she craving
Aint no saving, she's doing all the spending
If you do the lending, she'll do the bending
Straight machine bending, it's money for tail
Shopping sprees get her on her knees
And if you hit her with the keys of your crib, your 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, some people would rob their mother, for the ends
Rat 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 these two homeboys that made a lot of noise
Makin' money on the block the kids was on their jock
They was tougher than leather like Reverend Run
DMC they was tokin' guns, holdin' weight, goin' out of state
Stackin' mad chips and pushin' phat wears
Fly jewels and clothes and got no job
And then one disappeared and one got robbed for the ends
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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 praying
Dawn breaking, Manhattan keeps making, Brooklyn keeps takin'
Shook ones keep shakin', no time for fakin'
Know what I mean ain't choppin' no pies, just risin' like cream
If you're digging the scene, if you feelin' the vibes, throw your hands
In the air, scream out you're alive, singin' na na nana na na
Singin' na na nana na na (Repeat)
Black Jesus, White Moses, heaven freezes, hell closes
B.Boy poses and punk rock chicks, the kids are all right
But I need my fix
If you're diggin' the mix, if you're feelin' the drugs
If you're keepin' it real
If you're livin' like thugs, I spit kisses and hugs like 45 slugs
Come back on the one and kiss my love gun
Gotta look that will kill, a voice that will carry, half a dozen women
I think I wanna marry, trouble on my mind, refusin' to lose
Still I've gotta find someone to abuse
So won't you run spread the news
Help say the word and jump the fuck back and act like you heard
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They call me white devil, Black Jesus, heaven closes
Hell freezes, Black Jesus, White Moses, heaven freezes
Hell closes, singin' na na nana na na singin' (Repeat)
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 leaper girl and I can play the healer
Shit is only getting realer baby haven't you heard that the
Bird, bird, bird, yes the bird is the word
They go one for the trouble, two for the time, three for my homies
And four for the dimes, singin' lemons to the lime
Till the break of dawn
Excuse me every six minutes Everlast you're on, and they go on and on
Like a rolling stone, baby anywhere I lay my hat is my home
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They call me white devil, Black Jesus, heaven closes
Hell freezes, Black Jesus, White Moses, heaven freezes
Hell closes, singin' na na nana na na singing (Repeat)
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Hey now, all you sinners
Put your lights on,
put your lights on
Hey now, all you lovers
Put your lights on,
put your lights on
Hey now, all you killers
Put your lights on,
put your lights on
Hey now, all you children
Leave your lights on you better
leave your lights on
Because there's a monster living
under my bed
Whispering in my ear
There's an angel with a hand on
my head
She says I've got
nothing to fear
There's a darkness deep
in my soul
I still got a purpose to serve
So let your light shine,
into my home
God don't let me lose my
nerve
Lose my nerve
Hey now, hey now,
hey now, hey now
Wo-oh hey now, hey now,
hey now, hey now
Hey now all you sinners
Put your lights on,
put your lights on
Hey now, all you children
Leave your lights on you
better leave your lights on
Because there's a monster
living under my bed
Whispering in my ear
There's an angel with a
hand on my head
She says I've got
nothing to fear
She says, whooo-ahha hey
la la, you shine like stars
Whoo-aohaha hey la la,
you shine like stars
And fade away
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