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

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

Uh, n-neva let your down
play defense neva offense
Cause suckas a try to make your kindness for
And sho try to shake your hand up unda falsified pretenses
Sequence
Paint a portrait of next events
See if you can predict I was about to say
Within the next of sentences
Technically
To hard to
See right when he thought I was gone throw a
I him a knuckle ball
Back the wall, knockin niggas out (knockin niggas out)
Hemmed up in da corner nigga thats what Im
P:
Feel my pain, sometimes I trapped
Nigga tired of hangin in the ghetto takin stamps
Cause this street got me crazy
But I hustle I gotta feed a baby
And God can take 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)
[Ad-libs until