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P: Ughhh! Ha ha!
E 40: Oooo! Huh? P whats up
MP: up 40 boy?
E 40: to me weepilation.
MP: Dey dont know we been dis.
E 40: Last Last Don.
MP: Bay playa nigga.
E 40: This E Feezy Fonzareezy your weepilation up out the Yea
all day
erytime. dis here. Element of
Surprise. Da Last Don Hustle. Check it out.
E 40:
Let it be writ and said, done and
on the sixth month of June 1998
E-40 Fonzarellie AKA Hustleezy
And my Third weepilation
From the No Limit Headquarters and congregation
Plugged up and did a rumble together without no and erased
Any Old School classic of Northern California
Godzilla and Bay stranglin and hustlin
Morning, night, day in
And dang fallin asleep on the freeway
Bobbin and weavin and ditchin and dodgin po-po, penelope
Tryin to convince em that me and the dope game gettin along any
how
We had been our separate ways
Shit, we been had a
In and out of court, yet
Neva was married any how and
Pushed in the game at a young age, trapped in a cage
Went from any to, uh, plenty of cash
To, uh, speed chases to, uh, makin a dash
Uh, me sir can I have your autograph
And, uh, when new album droppin fool
That shit was cool
(Chorus)

Get your money man, get your
Get your paper man, get money
Get fettie or your scratch, get your skrill
Get your revvies man, get
Get mail man, get your marbles
Get your man, get your mail
Get grits, get your chettah, get your chips
Get your man, get paid
P:
Ughhh! wit da real, hang wit da Gs
from Richmond, California to New Orleans
Game wont change, these cant fade me
still pray for baby
Ghetto got me sick, dope and crack heads
Niggas on da front porch wit tech and lemon heads
And all I be is a soldier
Cause Im tired of from da rollas
Jumped in da rap game and now dey hold us
Ghetto millionaires and still doja
my composure when times hectic
Now I own a in California, Orlando, and Texas
And run wit the thug niggas
And made tapes for bitches and drug
And push 600 wit a
The Bill Gates
The only president wit a gold
(Chorus)

Uh, n-neva let your down
Always defense neva offense
Cause suckas a try to your kindness for weakness
And damn sho try to your hand up unda falsified pretenses
Sequence
a portrait of these next events
See if you can predict I was about to say
Within the next of sentences
Technically
To hard to
See right he thought I was gone throw a slider
I him a knuckle ball
Back the wall, knockin niggas out (knockin niggas out)
Hemmed up in da corner nigga what Im about
P:
Feel my pain, sometimes I feel
Nigga of hangin in the ghetto takin food stamps
Cause street life got me crazy
But I cause I gotta feed a baby
And God can take me
And no nigga in this hood gone play me
So I ball Im a ball til I fizall
And when Im gone put my name on the
(Chorus)
[Ad-libs end]