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P: Ughhh! Ha ha!
E 40: Oooo! Huh? P up boy?
MP: Whats up 40
E 40: to me weepilation.
MP: Dey know we been doin dis.
E 40: Last Last Don.
MP: Bay Area nigga.
E 40: This E Fonzareezy your weepilation up out the Yea Area
all day
erytime. Like dis here. of
Surprise. Da Don Charlie Hustle. Check it out.
E 40:
Let it be writ and said, and published
on the sixth month of June 1998
E-40 AKA Charlie Hustleezy
And my Ward weepilation
From the No Limit Headquarters and congregation
Plugged up and did a rumble together no hesitation and erased
Any Old School classic memories of Northern
Godzilla ballin and Bay stranglin and
Morning, night, day in
And dang fallin asleep on the freeway
Bobbin and weavin and ditchin and dodgin po-po, force
Tryin to convince em that me and the dope wasnt gettin along any
how
We had went our separate ways
Shit, we had a divorce
In and out of court, yet
was married any how and engaged
Pushed in the game at a young age, trapped in a ghetto
Went from hardly any to, uh, of cash
To, uh, high speed chases to, uh, a dash
Uh, excuse me sir can I your autograph
And, uh, your new album droppin fool
That shit was cool
(Chorus)

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

Uh, n-neva let your guards
Always play neva offense
Cause suckas a try to your kindness for weakness
And damn sho try to shake your hand up unda falsified
this
Paint a of these next events
See if you can predict I was about to say
Within the next of sentences
impossible
To hard to
See right when he I was gone throw a slider
I threw him a ball
Back the wall, knockin niggas out (knockin niggas out)
Hemmed up in da corner thats what Im about
P:
Feel my pain, sometimes I trapped
Nigga tired of hangin in the ghetto takin food
Cause street life got me crazy
But I hustle cause I gotta a baby
And only God can me
And aint no nigga in hood gone play me
So when I Im a ball til I fizall
And Im gone put my name on the wizall
(Chorus)
until end]