[E-40] Tryin to make it.. It's been a long road Sic-Wid-It Records [Master P & E-40] UNNNNNNNNNGGGGGHHHHH! (C'mon, ooh) Y'all feel that? (I feel it playboy, I smell you) It's real out here 40 (It's real Pee!) [E-40] I'm out here in the slums where thugs be usin, ghetto tactics like, choppin up candy canes sittin on top of a dried up JCPenney day mattress Whatever it takes to survive, see that's what I supply Like slippin and slidin in the grocery store and settling out of court Soft white coke a black turn into hard solidses Thirty-eight snub nosed pistol grip lay nijjas on they wah-wah The saga continues, the struggle's just beginnin And it's hard to look up to snotty folks, cause THEY be sinnin 'Pac gone, Biggie gone, Seagram gone -- and we also lost Eazy-E one of the first gangster rappers of all time to the most vicious and deadliest disease in history since cancer To Acquired Immune Deficiency Syndrome, tombstone From the graveyard shift, RBL's Mister C One love, to Rappin Ron and Plann B Victims of the trigger (unnngggggggghhhhhh) Po' out a little liquor [Chorus: repeat 2X] It's not the same, this world is crazy We out here goin through it all Everything must change, it's gettin shady Got our backs against the wall [Master P] UNGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHH, I shed tears for pain 40, some for anger Seen bloodshed by crooked cops, and gangbangers Feel my pain (unnnggghhh) only time'll change it and fast money, cars, and bitches got me trapped in this game And my lil' homies ballin, picture me fallin and momma in the funeral screamin and crawlin Is there a heaven or hell? To ghetto kids in the anky only time will tell And jealousy, and envy, come with money While crooked, politicians, run the country And it's a, damn shame to see my, weeples vanish Now they teach us ebonics, what about english and spanish I couldn't, live my life behind bars and gates While the government play a game called process to eliminate [Chorus] [E-40] Case #246, shootin in an inhabited area They was steady complainin about the dope sellin But they ain't never been evicted, or convicted They ain't never been subpeonaed to court, or arrested Shackled like an animal for pushin rocks Dang near choked to death by motorcycle cops Pepper sprayed and laughed at like that shit was funny Pregnant breezy threw down on her tummy Do you ever think I'll ever be able to get a chance to repent and ask the lord for forgiveness before he close the casket, will my son end up growin up without a father will he end up bein a bastard? A bastard -- that's a good question (unggggggggghhhh!) I don't know, I don't know [Chorus]
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