[E 40]
 Tryin to make it..
 It's been a long road
 Sic Wid It Records
 [Master P]
 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 ? stain 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 (unnnggggggggghhhhhh)
 Po' out a little liquor
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 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
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 [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
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