E-40

E-40 - Personal lyrics

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[E 40]
 I get a phone call about a neighbor
 At daylight savings time six o clock at nine
 Three way conversation 40 water family member  cousin
 Dude did you receive my car
 When did you send it
 Yesterday  shouldve been there by now
 9 4 5 9 1 Vallejo  California mail box ect. 9 4 5 9 1
 Damn  shit what the fuck is goin on round here
 Dude nem got some paper work out on you
 They talkin about makin your ass disappear
 Not like that, not my sa-hid-nab
 They way to sharp
 Guess again, you know your so-called homie
 Your best friend
 [D-Shot]
 What I do, believe me you wouldnt wanna know
 For what I did I opened up a drugstore
 By all means, the scratch was the common goal
 To cover team, I hooked up my fellows
 Oh what it seems, some fools get some paper and trip
 They stick they ass in the air just like a bitch
 Now whats the definition of bitch
 A punk ass bitch that sit down when he piss
 (Chorus) [Levitti]
 (Personal, life aint no rehearsal
 Personal, this is what I jack for
 Personal, life aint no rehearsal
 Personal, this is why I hustle)
 [Levitti]
 All this shit I gotta deal with
 And every time I look around Im fonkin
 When I strap on it, now theres work to do
 Blood on my hand, I took a life or two
 Laid em down like a hog
 Bucked a nigga down at the mall
 Semi-autos, macks, glock full lines
 Quick to send you to the mortuary, yeah
 [Suga T]
 I put this on my folks, it takes nothin but a call
 I jack for the beats or paper, cars, skank and all (dog)
 Down for the cause, just like Im down for a dog
 Damn what you heard, Its all about what you saw
 Why you up in draws, cant no you cant go skinny dippin
 why you lookin at me silly hoe
 Cause Im makin moves, clockin dough
 Suga T, supa nice, from Vallejo
 Oh, oh broken up like Freddy
 When you really wanna see me in my teddy (teddy)
 I got my mechede
 Yall aint ready (ready)
 (Chorus)
 [The Mossie]
 (Kaveo):
 Here they come slow it down mossey on the passenger side
 Wit about a hundred and fifty rounds
 Thatll lay em down
 See we from the town
 Where murder fore aint no thang
 Water splittin caine
 Bring the pain
 When niggas get out of line and get to actin kinda shady
 Niggas dont give a fuck, well dump on you when you with your lady
 Known to be vicious
 A nigga will break your dishes
 Government AK out the window blowin kisses
 (Young Mugzy):
 You den fucked around with some riders
 Hill Siders, rippin on chests and guts
 Oh how you fuck around with the quietest nigga and he went nuts
 See I den fucked around and been in shoot outs since the age twelve
 Shot my house up on graduation day and damn near killed my first born
 and my
 sister
 You gotta make more to play more thats what they told me
 I could give a fuck about you intended cops, thats what my daddy told
 me
 I put that on my only son, my other seeds
 You fuck with me I gone make your body bleed
 (Tap Dat Ass)
 We got some funk with these niggas that cant stick in they chest
 We chief the heat
 The garlic hollow tips with the vest
 Bulletproof ski mask
 Raid they ass like the task
 Get the jewels and the cash and their Adverse class
 To a six foot ditch
 We trippin off that bitch
 And thats the same punk hoe that was ready to snitch
 On your whole team
 For sellin ounces of cream
 You got emotional, thats why its personals, bitch!!!
 (Chorus
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Author: Dannell Stevens, Dulon Stevens, Kevin Davis (6), Tenina Stevens, M. Taplon, Lewis King, Marvin Whitemon

Composer: ?

Publisher: Zomba Recording Corporation

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Released in: 1998

Language: English

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