[Featuring Master P]
[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
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?
