From a small ass little swimmin in a fallopian tube To a fixture on my soil, a stand up type a I was brought up in the crack game and pushin that stuff Arguing with my folkers cause we eachother so much Ditchin and dodgin the rollers, grippin the block real Strikin and scootin them Novas and them Chevrolet stepside Me and my Dennel, Kevin, Dalon, and Black Little Ray, Billy, and Ivory and from the Magazine Street camp Posted up thumbtacks, talking on faulty big backs Motorola, A1 yola, bag fulla Tic Tacs In the mean time, in between time, in my spare time raps In the front yard, in the driveway, on the shootin craps
You think you know, but you really don't no idea to discography of E40, real talk for real Moons ago, way I even had a career I got my nickname on the turf for hecka beer And never letting the older cats up in my pump fear Funkin with my own soil, listen Jealous cause we had all the broads and all the Up the ladder I'm tryin to climb, game sharper a porcupine spine Don't nothing, I'ma work for mine, try and grind, grit and grind Hot ones echo through the ghetto, all the time I the Lord for giving me the gift to spit this rhyme
A loaf of bread, a stick of butter and milk Around the corner the spot where all the dealers dealt and tribul-i-zations, me and my peopl-i-zations Tryin to get this music off the ground with high ass Took a little time and patience, a faith in God To make a long short, look at me now sahob I'm doing it chubby like the checker, like the soup A de- a decade and a half and still in the In case you didn't know, I told you once before I ain't rapping too fast, see y'all just too slow I paved the way for the independent The industry they mimick me, but don't wanna gimme