[Featuring E 40]

[Anyway it doesn't matter much how you feel

you know what you got to do I'm here to do it

how about you?]

E 40:

Our age five years old

we were young bucks

scrubbin' each others backs in the bathtub

Babysitter would send you to bed

but she would make me stay up

so she could give the young playa some viscious head uh

early symptoms of

time of nightway

gigantic factor from the

Caukenis bitch tamer

some had it all though

but less unfortunate

you had an alloy spoke Mongoose

and I had a Huffy

You owned a green machine

three different lunch pails

I had a go-cart that I built from a bunch of used nails

We grew up in the church together nigga

sunday school

Now I heard you off into jackin nigga

that ain't even cool

I used to be conned, racked, fucked around,

and ripped bad

barking up on the wrong tree

talking about runnin up in my past

Niggas have hateful thoughts

but they stop me from strivin

suckas be shakin salt

all in his gameful so find

some fools be gettin crossed

victims of 40-ness

man all that drama you come with

I swear you on some shit

Whether it's morphine or cocaine

Doja or doggfood

they had these marks for Tre and Max

fuckin off my high breakin rules

you got ya P's mixed up

you ain't no pimp

you's a forty

I spit for major mix

while you make tapes for ya homie

and then you work up tha nerve

to speak fair words

The pimp, a traitor, we instigators

that's why I wrote this verse

for every youngster with his mind on his meal