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[E-40] Trying to make it It's been a long road Sic-Wid-It Records [Master P & E-40] Oh! (C'mon, ooh) Y'all feel that? (I feel it playboy, I
G-are-a-v-e-why-a-are-d bitch it's the graveyard Stop into the graveyard been chillen here for days Workin the graveyard shift diggen up all the graves Sellin all
an album, get classes [Chorus] Look around your surrounded by the M-O-B-D-E-E-P Infamous niggas rep Queensbridge housing P's My dunns come through
under white covers Prodigy: Was a thumper Till he met the 40 thunder Havoc: Now I feel strange when I walk by his mother It's fucked up
a sucker don't like me, the feelin is mutual I tune my rhyme to a low RPM, then shift to neutral And crack a 40 (what kind) of Olde E To slay an MC (how)
Yeah All the girls I know are there with E and Tho Who knows where I end up when the shit gets old Baby, it never get old and that's just how it goes
love to those who ride with me while I'm putting in work [Butta Verses] Full-timing it, 8:30 to 6, the graveyard shift The three months before
somethin' on the chest cause none of my niggas rest (none of them) Graveyard shift; my guns with the laser spit 'Til you're hit, all the tissue come off
With two in here, Steady stackin' my ends Puttin' my serve down on the Claire 9-9, Hittin' up the Graveyard Shift with real Little Will Big Wally
[Gatekeeper] In '97 don't be alarmed, Gravediggaz drop (Da Bomb! Da Bomb! Da Bomb!) G, are, A, V, E, D (Da Bomb!) I, double G, A to the zig zag Z
calicos Keep shittin, with ziplocks of that cali dro' Keep hittin, and shift blocks for that cali dough Keep gettin, my tip rocked by them cali hoes It's
that bitch can't be trusted Dusted and di-motherfuckin-sgusted [Chorus: E-40] Some cold hearted shit Back to fuckin work, one of the homies jus
copped on those calicos Keep shittin, with ziplocks of that cali dro' Keep hittin, and shift blocks for that cali dough Keep gettin, my tip rocked by