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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
time, so make up your mind
Don't fight the feeling, it's time to unwind
You was talking 'bout you gunna give my some
But I'm Rappin 4 Tay it don't make
gonna give my some
But I'm Rappin' 4 Tay it don't make me numb

Yeah man, the little hoes got ill
So now it's time to get way to real
I know they
(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! 
 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
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
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,
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
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
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
2Pac and 4-Tay
Them same two brothers dodgin' bullets representin' the Bay
Pac when you was locked down, that's when I'll be around
Start climbing up
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
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',
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
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
[CHORUS]
"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
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
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
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
I'm
[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
fuckin' way
But here I am, workin' in the studio
And your album ain't out because you're movin' slow
By the time you make one I'll be on ten
Hit the studio