| 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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