Frenz vs. Endz

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Lootpack

Lootpack were an American hip hop group signed to Stones Throw Records with members Madlib, Wildchild, and DJ Romes. They made their first appearance on the 1993 debut album by Tha Alkaholiks, 21 & Over. more »

Year:

1999

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Hey yo  it's about sex  lies  money  murder  jewels  cars 
Clothes  hos  hats  blunts  and gats 
These are the things when you think of raps 
Now a days  if you ain't Geein'  then apparently you ain't seein' 
Like a normal human being  mad lives waistin' 
Too many niggas that's freebasin' 
Modern day slavery run by racists 
While you're actin' like you got a chip on your brain 
You don't want to see a nigga succeed without no pain 
Off others' misery you probably gain 
The games people play always pissing me off 
Make me want to start rushin' like my name was Gorbechev 

I've got to go for self, now a days by myself 
'Cause it's bad for my health to collect mad wealth 
Brothers playin' the role like we friends to the end 
But in the end it equals frenz vs. endz 

Yo, you're irritating, do you know what you're doing? 
That's why my head don't really nod when you bust 
Let's check your background, no outlook on future plans 
That's why you won't last 'cause your hip hop is jammed 
Plugged up with wackness, how could you let this happen? 
I thought you was the man, now I hold your rhymes for target practice 
I can't role with the, I can't hang with the 
Fake nigga, bitch nigga, ain't got their backs when it's time to throw down 
Verbal wars, they never came around 
Ya side of town, now show me how you get down 
What's this, now ya speechless? Show me what's the reason 
Lacking skills, ain't reaching nothing but deacons 

As I go for self, now a days by myself 
'Cause it's bad for my health to collect mad wealth 
Niggas playin' the roles like we friends to the end 
But in the end it equals frenz vs. endz 

I'm Wild Child the rhyme constructor, 
Madlib's the beat maker 
Funk fakers in the place, hey yo, this rhyme might make ya 
Snap back, check ya crews one time pay out your fees 
I step on the mic, eat MC's up like Mickey D's 
Fake MC's, can't you please realize we rock the seas 
Stepping on the microphones with 1, 2's, and 3's 
The mellowest, moodiest brother rhyming with that rhythmic technique 
Sort of unique, you'll hesitate to speak 
When Jack rips the rhyme time for a little 
Get together with my crew 'cause I'm like yeah, we gonna spit the 
Freestyle, freestyle flows from the top 
Them spontaneous rhymes that make you want to hop 
Now say what you say but A.K.A. Jack be known 
To rarely write them rhymes because I'm freestylin' prone 
Tired of MC's who never pass the mic 
And yo, we be like, "Time to kick that ass" 

I gots to for self, now a days by myself 
'Cause it's bad for my health to collect mad wealth 
Brothers playin' the role like we friends in the end 
But in the end it equals frenz vs. endz

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