[E-40]
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Tryin to make it..
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It's been a long road
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Sic-Wid-It Records
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[Master P & E-40]
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UNNNNNNNNNGGGGGHHHHH! (C'mon, ooh)
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Y'all feel that? (I feel it playboy, I smell you)
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It's real out here 40 (It's real Pee!)
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[E-40]
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I'm out here in the slums where thugs be usin, ghetto tactics
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like, choppin up candy canes
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sittin on top of a dried up JCPenney day mattress
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Whatever it takes to survive, see that's what I supply
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Like slippin and slidin in the grocery store
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and settling out of court
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Soft white coke a black turn into hard solidses
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Thirty-eight snub nosed pistol grip lay nijjas on they wah-wah
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The saga continues, the struggle's just beginnin
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And it's hard to look up to snotty folks, cause THEY be sinnin
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'Pac gone, Biggie gone, Seagram gone -- and we also lost Eazy-E
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one of the first gangster rappers of all time
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to the most vicious and deadliest disease in history since cancer
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To Acquired Immune Deficiency Syndrome, tombstone
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From the graveyard shift, RBL's Mister C
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One love, to Rappin Ron and Plann B
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Victims of the trigger (unnngggggggghhhhhh)
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Po' out a little liquor
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[Chorus: repeat 2X]
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It's not the same, this world is crazy
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We out here goin through it all
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Everything must change, it's gettin shady
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Got our backs against the wall
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[Master P]
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UNGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHH, I shed tears for pain 40, some for anger
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Seen bloodshed by crooked cops, and gangbangers
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Feel my pain (unnnggghhh) only time'll change it
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and fast money, cars, and bitches got me trapped in this game
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And my lil' homies ballin, picture me fallin
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and momma in the funeral screamin and crawlin
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Is there a heaven or hell?
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To ghetto kids in the anky only time will tell
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And jealousy, and envy, come with money
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While crooked, politicians, run the country
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And it's a, damn shame to see my, weeples vanish
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Now they teach us ebonics, what about english and spanish
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I couldn't, live my life behind bars and gates
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While the government play a game called process to eliminate
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[Chorus]
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[E-40]
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Case #246, shootin in an inhabited area
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They was steady complainin about the dope sellin
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But they ain't never been evicted, or convicted
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They ain't never been subpeonaed to court, or arrested
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Shackled like an animal for pushin rocks
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Dang near choked to death by motorcycle cops
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Pepper sprayed and laughed at like that shit was funny
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Pregnant breezy threw down on her tummy
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Do you ever think I'll ever be able to get
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a chance to repent and ask the lord for forgiveness
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before he close the casket, will my son end up growin up
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without a father will he end up bein a bastard?
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A bastard -- that's a good question (unggggggggghhhh!)
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I don't know, I don't know
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[Chorus]
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Back Against The Wall
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Master P |