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We Starvin' [Featuring E-40/Gangsta Boo]
by E-40
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E-40
Krayzie Bone, E-Feezie-Fonzarezi & Gangsta Boo. What'
Krayzie and Gangsta Boo
It's the end of the world and still niggas ain't got no satisfaction (We can't
Get no...)
It's the end of the world, muthafuckers ain't got no satisfaction (satisfaction)
[-Refrain-]
We starvin' as we chase the paper, and trust it, man/ Nigga, man, niggas hate
You/ Fuck 'em, get your gun and get your cheese
We got just a lil' time left/ If I'm not mistaken, the year is '99/ But we don't
Really know when we gon' die/ Shit, most
Niggas don't know how they still alive on this unmerciful, wicked planet/ If you
Can't pay for your life, you're gonna vanish...
[E-40]
You're lookin' at livin' proof; renovated, condemned, duplex, pots and pans/
Leaks in the roof, dirty dishes, no dishwasher
Soap, no medical coverage, bad case of Strep throat(strep throat) Mama thinks
She got arthritis/ 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 throu Vallejo
Richmond, and Oakland, and everyday it's a funeral/ He was my numero uno, but I
Can't bring him back/ All I know is he was
Stressin', takin' anti-depressants (What they do') They found him dead in the
Trunk of his Cadillac/ And I'm so withdrawalled
All I could think about is revenge/ Always check up, always pullin' licks, and
Doin' dirty work for dividends
He took the bullet for me/ I'm the one that really robbed the place/ Boy, I've
Been tryin' to paper-chase
[-Refrain-]
Gangsta Boo
I done grew up in the game, baby/ Ain't nothin changed; Lil' money, lil' fame,
Baby/ I'm still the same, baby
Lady's gotta make it, I can't be takin' no losses/ I'm the bomb of the party,
Always askin', "Where are the dollars'"
Now I know you hate me, 'cause I hooked up with Krayzie, baby/ I'm with whatever
That pay me/ Gangsta Boo be with it
Be with it, so what the fuck' I'll see you at the end of the year, so good
Luck...
[-Refrain-]
Krayzie
I made it, and I know it's almost over; Call in the soldiers/ Better be ready to
Bomb back on 'em/ Know your enemy's position
At all time; where they at and how much power they hold and how many soldiers
They got down the road
But in the meantime, you make your money/ Even if you strike it rich, you better
Hustle like you hungry for your 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 I 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 tryin'
To deny me a meal/ I do what I gotta do/ Let's keep it real for niggas in the
Hood upon the block/ Let 'em know they understood
Buckin' shots, nigga, me 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 your fate
You better take advantage of your life while you can; get rich, kick back,
Relax, spend your money, man/ I'm all about paper
Sorry, no party tonight, the year is 1999/ Last year to get your money, right
[-Refrain-]
E-40
That's real. You under smell me' Suckers do what they can; playas 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. This how we fuckin' they nose up, dig it
Nigga' Yeah, paper chasin', nigga. Paper route (paper route) You undersmell me'
We starvin'. You undersmell me nigga'
Yeah, don't let the marbles control you. eah, chest-high up in the marbles,
Nigg...
E-40
Krayzie Bone, E-Feezie-Fonzarezi & Gangsta Boo. What'
Krayzie and Gangsta Boo
It's the end of the world and still niggas ain't got no satisfaction (We can't
Get no...)
It's the end of the world, muthafuckers ain't got no satisfaction (satisfaction)
[-Refrain-]
We starvin' as we chase the paper, and trust it, man/ Nigga, man, niggas hate
You/ Fuck 'em, get your gun and get your cheese
We got just a lil' time left/ If I'm not mistaken, the year is '99/ But we don't
Really know when we gon' die/ Shit, most
Niggas don't know how they still alive on this unmerciful, wicked planet/ If you
Can't pay for your life, you're gonna vanish...
[E-40]
You're lookin' at livin' proof; renovated, condemned, duplex, pots and pans/
Leaks in the roof, dirty dishes, no dishwasher
Soap, no medical coverage, bad case of Strep throat(strep throat) Mama thinks
She got arthritis/ 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 throu Vallejo
Richmond, and Oakland, and everyday it's a funeral/ He was my numero uno, but I
Can't bring him back/ All I know is he was
Stressin', takin' anti-depressants (What they do') They found him dead in the
Trunk of his Cadillac/ And I'm so withdrawalled
All I could think about is revenge/ Always check up, always pullin' licks, and
Doin' dirty work for dividends
He took the bullet for me/ I'm the one that really robbed the place/ Boy, I've
Been tryin' to paper-chase
[-Refrain-]
Gangsta Boo
I done grew up in the game, baby/ Ain't nothin changed; Lil' money, lil' fame,
Baby/ I'm still the same, baby
Lady's gotta make it, I can't be takin' no losses/ I'm the bomb of the party,
Always askin', "Where are the dollars'"
Now I know you hate me, 'cause I hooked up with Krayzie, baby/ I'm with whatever
That pay me/ Gangsta Boo be with it
Be with it, so what the fuck' I'll see you at the end of the year, so good
Luck...
[-Refrain-]
Krayzie
I made it, and I know it's almost over; Call in the soldiers/ Better be ready to
Bomb back on 'em/ Know your enemy's position
At all time; where they at and how much power they hold and how many soldiers
They got down the road
But in the meantime, you make your money/ Even if you strike it rich, you better
Hustle like you hungry for your 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 I 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 tryin'
To deny me a meal/ I do what I gotta do/ Let's keep it real for niggas in the
Hood upon the block/ Let 'em know they understood
Buckin' shots, nigga, me 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 your fate
You better take advantage of your life while you can; get rich, kick back,
Relax, spend your money, man/ I'm all about paper
Sorry, no party tonight, the year is 1999/ Last year to get your money, right
[-Refrain-]
E-40
That's real. You under smell me' Suckers do what they can; playas 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. This how we fuckin' they nose up, dig it
Nigga' Yeah, paper chasin', nigga. Paper route (paper route) You undersmell me'
We starvin'. You undersmell me nigga'
Yeah, don't let the marbles control you. eah, chest-high up in the marbles,
Nigg...
