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[Intro: Rappin' 4-Tay] + (E-40)
Uh, (you tell me)

[Chorus: Rappin' 4-Tay, E-40]
[Rappin' 4-Tay]
Holler at a player though
40 Water, what's
Yeah! What,what! 

[Rappin' 4-Tay]
The difference is you're talking about the game you see I'm living in
And all my folks R.I.P, I'LL see you in a minute
the Gaffla and Rappin' 4, yo
Everybody's smokin' chronic fuck the reason
It must be pleasin' man it's dank season

Rappin' 4-Tay, what's up with these foo's
Rappin 4 Tay it don't make me none

Yeah man, the little hoes got ill
So now it's time to get way too real
I know they never have some real dick
(phone dialing phone ringing) 
 No Limit Studios. What's up? 
 Who dis is? Who dis is? 
 Nigga this Rappin 4 tay. Who is this? 
 Uh dis P! 
And that's how we roll

(Rappin 4'Tay)
This is for the ghetto
This is for where we come from
And fuck the punk ass cops
I used to run from
Tryin to give
up in this old bitch mouth by mine
And openin' fire
And I ain't swearing no niggas
Give the deed up until four niggas
Ain't sympathizing with you
Nowadays everybody rappin but ain't saying shit
You can be like Pauly who and out right don't get respect
Or you can fool tha public's eyes, but lies fade
It just had to be none other (had to be none other)
My girl (my girl)

That was my girl

She would casually strolling by

As rare as a mink with
an M.C. rapper and nothin' else
I keep rhymin' and I do it by myself
Could you be like me? I rap my none stop rhymes
You will never hear pause when I say
Pow-pow (?) Pow-pow (?) Pow-pow
(Ain't from around here know you about it to slide out)
Tay Diggs, let 'em have it

Yeah we runnin' the crime rate
an ill real way
Got 6 rides in your little drive-way
You get mad puff-lie all day
Make plans with your crime family
Get money money, take money money
the other day
An old old lady came my way
She said, "I'll be glad when you 'come 18
I'm gonna give you a funkin' like you ain't never seen!"
I said,
was locked down
That's when I'll be around
Start climbing up the charts
so sick but they try to clown 
that's why they ride the band-wagon
Still we
locked down, that's when I'll be around
Start climbing up the charts, so sick, but they tried to clown
That's why they ride the bandwagon still be
the b and to the o and the s and to the s
And the I and to the l and the l and to the I
And the n and to the I, born to die
Four tay we ain't playin',
knocking at your door
So open up let me in lets get nasty if you want to
I'll freak dat butt like a filt by Heather Hunter
Touch you touch you I might
"You know when the day comes I'll still be rappin'
You know when the night comes we'll still be rappin' 
Way back in the past days people
ain't for hoes)

It's a good thing that we're rappin'
If it wasn't for the rappin', we'd be mackin'
It's a good thing that we're rappin'
If it wasn't for
By the time you make one I'll be on ten
Hit the studio nigga, and do it again

To the beat y'all, and it don't stop
It goes on cause I don't stop
Twenty Four Seven, stay here with me
Twenty Four Seven, throw away the key
Twenty Four Seven, I don't want to be free

You get by if you kiss and tell
ladies, a nigga like D'll
Be waxin taxin no relaxin breakin backs
And bustin raps and I'll be strapped
In my Cadillac, and you know that for a fact
[Fearless Four]
Ahhh... Fearless Four... Well, I'll be back for more...
They're here!
DLB (hu huh hah ha)
Tito (ha hah, ha hah)
Mike see (hey
his gun game
I'm fun aim, lax gun range
White load the felly fell
Holla at the kid proper
If somethin' happen, skip rappin'
The'll be big choppas
I'm fun aim
Lax gun range
White load the felly fell
Holla at the kid proper
If somethin happen
Skip rappin
The'll be big choppas
Ghetto byrd word