Lyrics:
do all this court shit on Monday
Fuckin' great, that's a workday
I hope I don't get fired - doin' forty in a thir-tay
We all indoctrinated at a very
beams
40 inch blings, Ill Will the fuckin' team
this for my niggas in the Bridge from Queens.
[Chorus: Nas]
Illmatic Ice, Goon, Sonny, and Smitty (real
Been on a barbed wire highway forty days and nights
I ain't complain'n that's my job and it suits me right
I got a sweet soul fever rushin'
about forty-five
And guess what? All this, behind a mean ol' bitch
That he was tossin' her and flossin' with
But, it got serious, he got thinkin' she
up
A nigga like me, you wanna lock me up
[ VERSE 2: W.C. ]
So now I'm in the jailhouse gettin all swoll'
Doin 2 to 5 for this nigga I don't know
Fools
the Ruthless way, some say it's too much
D-o-p-e, please don't misdefine it
That's the way that I live and, that's the style of my rhyme
That's on time, just
continue my mission
Killin' all fools as an addiction
As a E lovin' the game leavin a shame
And in my heart I feel no muthafuckin' pain
Because my heart
foda”
Enquanto os amigo, divide e endola
Minha vida é o trap
Enquanto cês força
Forty mira lazer
Nao erro é só foca
Todos os meus manos faz bounce
Ela
to get you
can't no love be in yo heart
by the way fuck these hoes too
you know they just as devious as negros
that ho don't love yo ass
damn fool if you
Niggas hangin' deep on the cut
Sippin' on a motherfuckin' 40 ounce of Gooden
Ain't shit changed in my hood since '86
In 1987 I was swore into
Niggas hangin' deep on the cut
Sippin' on a motherfuckin' 40 ounce of Gooden
Ain't shit changed in my hood since '86
In 1987 I was swore into
Niggas hangin' deep on the cut
Sippin' on a motherfuckin' 40 ounce of Gooden
Ain't shit changed in my hood since '86
And 1987 I was swore into
sundown and on the twelve I guess
But now it's time cut the shit where's my mind at my best
I gotta test a nigga to see what he got can a fool
Make me
on with me
Tack me up baby, get me up
Ace Nigga in the front
Me trey in me back and me stay strapped
Bail and hangin'
Doin' a little dirt with my niggas
the niggas do or die
Representin' like a dream
'Cause Circle's deep I thought you knew
Uh, uh, uh
As I crack dice from one hood to the next
Doin
the Luniz got a hundred on it
And if you're in it for the millions E-40
I hope you see 40, before you be 40
What it look like, the great paper chase for
cut for me, deal me, touch me
L O V E, E to the F to the R T Y
I spits the shit from the T O P, it's me, the E
Droppin' it nuclear all the time
(What)
B.G.G E.N.T
Rep it till I D.I.E (Aye)
B.G.G E.N.T
Rep it till I D.I.E (J Bird On The Fucking Beat)
B.G.G E.N.T
Rep it till I D.I.E (What)
drugs
I'm a motherfuckin' fool for love.
and I'm just a (just a) just a (just a)
a motherfuckin' fool for love.
[Verse One]
man, I was sure I had Ms.
you at, do you represent your city?
(Wiggy, wiggy, wiggy, wiggy, wiggy, wiggy)
Do you take fools out like the homie Frank Nitty?
(Wiggy, wiggy,
heard of Big Tree(Big Tree
#4Real)
In the past when you seen me I had dreads and i was wit my cousin E (E-Walker)
You know the Gardner Road G's
We
[E-40]
I step, I step in the "Club" aroung twelve o'clock (clock)
Me and my folk (folkers) after the after "Spot" (spot)
We bought a - Rimy (Rimy)
What's up, baby, I'm doin' ad-libs right now, you hear me?
(Five hunnid)
I'm doin' ad-libs right now
Yeah
Hold on, hold on, I'm 'bout to call you
Romeo
All the love I need is at the rodeo
All the love I need is here at OVO
Yeah
All the girls I know are there with E and Tho
Who knows where I end
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