(feat. E-40, Gangsta Boo)



[E-40]

Krayzie Bone, E Feezie Fonzareezie

And Gangsta Boo, what



[Krayzie Bone & Gangsta Boo]

It's the endin' of the world

And still niggas ain't got no satisfaction

(We can't get no)

It's the endin' of the world

And still niggas ain't got no satisfaction

(Satisfaction)

It's the endin' of the world

And still niggas ain't got no satisfaction

(We can't get no)

It's the endin' of the world

Motherfuckers ain't got no satisfaction



[Chorus: Krayzie Bone & Gangsta Boo]

We starvin' as we chase the paper

Ain't just a man, nigga, man, niggas hate 'cha

Fuck 'em, get 'cha guns, get 'cha cheese

We got, just a little time left (little time left)

If I'm not mistaken the year is '99

But we don't really know when we 'gone die

But shit, most niggas don't know how they still alive

On this, unmerciful wicked planet

If you can't pay for ya life, ya gonna vanish (vanish)



[E-40]

You're lookin' at livin' proof

Renovated, condemned, duplex, pots and pans, leaks in the roof

Dirty dishes, no dishwashing soap, no medical coverage

Bad case of strep throat

Mama's think she got arthiritis

My neighbor caught hepatitis from a simple yawn

They say it's airborne

We ain't got no street lights they all broken

Just take a trip through Vallejo, Richmond, and Oakland

Everyday it's a funeral

He was my numeral uno, but I can't bring him back

All I know is he was stressin', takin' anti-depressants

They found him dead in the trunk of his Cadillac

And I'm so thralled all I can think about is revenge

Always check up, always pullin' licks, doin' dirty works for dividends

He took the bullet for me

I'm the one that really robbed the place

Though I've been tryna to paper chase



[Chorus]



[Gansgta Boo]

I done grew up in the game baby

Ain't nothin' changed, little money, little fame baby

I'm still the same baby

Lady gotta make it, I can't be takin' no losses

I'm the bomb at the party

Always askin' "Where are the dollars?"

Now Iknow you hate me

Cause I hooked up with Krayzie, baby

I'm with whatever they pay me

Gangsta Boo be with it, be winnin', so what the fuck

I'll see you at the end of the year, so good luck



[Chorus]



[Krayzie Bone]

I made it, and I know it's almost over

Call in the soldiers

Gonna be ready to bomb back on 'em, know ya

Enemies position at all times

Where they at, and how much power they hold

And how many soldiers they got down to roll

But in the meantime,

You make your money, even if you strike it rich

You better hustle like you hungry for ya paper, paper, paper

These days only ways that pays can save you

Livin' your life is like a task if you ain't got the cash

Nigga mad at the world, as I put my mask over my face

And grabbed the magnum pistol, with the stash in the bag

I'm doin' a pop pop, so drop and take it as a loss, and chalk it

Now you can take your life and keep on walkin' (just keep on walkin)

Or be killed for tryna deny me a meal

I do what I gotta do, let's keep it real

For niggas in the hood up on the the block

Let 'em know they understood

Buckin' shots, nigga we livin' raw mentality war

So paranoia got me sleepin' on the floor, watchin' the door

This no win situation of tryin' to stay alive until we die

And anyway you go we won't make it

No way, to shake, fake it

Better take advantage of ya life while you can

Get rich, kick back, relax, spend ya money

I'm all about paper, sorry no party tonight

The year is 1999 last year to get your money, right



[Chorus]



[E-40]

That's real

Ya undersmell me

Suckers do what they can

Players do what they want, dig it?

Charlie Hustle everytime up in your talk

Yeah face it

Krayzie Bone, Gangsta Boo

Fuckin' they nose like this

That's how we fuckin' they nose up

Dig it nigga?

Yeah, paper chase nigga, paper route (paper route)

You undersmell me? We starvin'

You undersmell me nigga?

Don't let the mobbers control you

Chest high-up in the mobbers, nigga