Krayzie, E-40, and Gangsta Boo:Thug Mentality 1999
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E-40
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Krayzie Bone, E-Feezie-Fonzarezi & Gangsta Boo. What?
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Krayzie and Gangsta Boo
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It¡¯s the end of the world and still niggas ain¡¯t got no satisfaction (We can¡¯t
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get no...)
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It¡¯s the end of the world, muthafuckers ain¡¯t got no satisfaction (satisfaction)
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-Refrain-
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We starvin' as we chase the paper, and trust it, man/ Nigga, man, niggas hate
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you/ Fuck 'em, get your gun and get your cheese
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We got just a lil' time left/ If I'm not mistaken, the year is '99/ But we don¡¯t
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really know when we gon' die/ Shit, most
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niggas don¡¯t know how they still alive on this unmerciful, wicked planet/ If you
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can¡¯t pay for your life, you're gonna vanish...
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E-40
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You're lookin' at livin' proof; renovated, condemned, duplex, pots and pans/
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Leaks in the roof, dirty dishes, no dishwasher
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soap, no medical coverage, bad case of Strep throat(strep throat) Mama thinks
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she got arthritis/ My neighbor caught hepatitis
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from a simple yawn/ They say it's airborne/ We ain¡¯t got no street lights; they
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all broken; just take a trip throu Vallejo
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Richmond, and Oakland, and everyday it's a funeral/ He was my numero uno, but I
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can't bring him back/ All I know is he was
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stressin', takin' anti-depressants (What they do?) They found him dead in the
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trunk of his Cadillac/ And I'm so withdrawalled
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All I could think about is revenge/ Always check up, always pullin' licks, and
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doin' dirty work for dividends
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He took the bullet for me/ I'm the one that really robbed the place/ Boy, I've
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been tryin' to paper-chase
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-Refrain-
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Gangsta Boo
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I done grew up in the game, baby/ Ain¡¯t nothin changed; Lil' money, lil' fame,
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baby/ I¡¯m still the same, baby
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Lady's gotta make it, I can¡¯t be takin' no losses/ I'm the bomb of the party,
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always askin', "Where are the dollars?"
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Now I know you hate me, cuz I hooked up with Krayzie, baby/ I¡¯m with whatever
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that pay me/ Gangsta Boo be with it
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Be with it, so what the fuck? I¡¯ll see you at the end of the year, so good
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luck...
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-Refrain-
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Krayzie
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I made it, and I know it¡¯s almost over; Call in the soldiers/ Better be ready to
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bomb back on 'em/ Know your enemy's position
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at all time; where they at and how much power they hold and how many soldiers
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they got down the road
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But in the meantime, you make your money/ Even if you strike it rich, you better
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hustle like you hungry for your paper...
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These days only ways that pays can save you/ Livin' your life is like a task, if
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you ain¡¯t got the cash/ Nigga, mad at the world
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as I put my mask over my face, and I grabbed the magnum pistol with the stash in
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the bag/ I'm doin' a pop pop, so drop
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And take it as a loss and chalk it/ Now you can take your life and keep on
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walkin' (Just keep on walkin') or be killed for tryin'
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to deny me a meal/ I do what I gotta do/ Let's keep it real for niggas in the
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hood upon the block/ Let 'em know they understood
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Buckin' shots, nigga, me livin' raw mentality war/ So paranoia got me sleepin'
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on the floor, watchin' the door
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This no-win situation of tryin' to stay alive until we die/ And anyway you go,
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we won't make it/ No way to shake your fate
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You better take advantage of your life while you can; get rich, kick back,
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relax, spend your money, man/ I'm all about paper
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Sorry, no party tonight, the year is 1999/ Last year to get your money, right
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-Refrain-
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E-40
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That's real. You undersmell me? Suckers do what they can; playas do what they
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want, dig it? Charlie Hustle, everytime up in
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your talk. Yeah, face it. Krayzie Bone, Gangsta Boo, fuckin' they nose like
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this. This how we fuckin' they nose up, dig it
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nigga? Yeah, paper chasin', nigga. Paper route (paper route) You undersmell me?
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We starvin'. You undersmell me nigga?
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Yeah, don't let the marbles control you. eah, chest-high up in the marbles,
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nigg...
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We Starvin' ["Featuring E-40/Gangsta Boo"]
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Krayzie Bone |