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Earl Stevens (born November 15, 1967) better known by his stage name E-40, is an American rapper, entrepreneur, and investor from Vallejo, California. He is a member of the rap group The Click, and the founder of Sick Wid It Records. He has released over ten albums, appeared on numerous movie soundtracks, and has also done guest appearances on a host of other rap albums. Initially an underground artist, his 1995 solo album In a Major Way opened him up to a wider audience. Beginning in 1998, he began collaborating with more mainstream rappers outside of the Bay Area. He rose to even higher mainstream popularity in 2006 with his single Tell Me When to Go which was produced by Lil Jon. more »


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Huh? Want me to speak the real?

Speak the real man

Nigga speak the real
Speak the real
Speak the real
Speak the real
Speak the real

It`s a quarter after nine on my AM FM 
Radio Shack digital motel six o?clock alarm reads
"40, get your ass up, time to hit the grind
You can`t afford to pass no money I know you heard about that"

What, what? "Task raided Millersville Ms. Miller had a heart attack"
Dude, that`s some cold shit, ain`t it huh?
I know, she was a good person for certain I know
V-Town, California where I was born, raised and grown 

And since 1979 I been a hustler on the go
You know the drill, my mission for real, a mealticket
You feel, we slowly but surely approachin seven digits
Figurines, sticky doo-hicky and angel dust

Mescaline, niggas know better than f*ck with us
I`m pimped out flossin in Reno in the casino
Big bid, fuckin off feddie I could`ve put down on a crib
I does that, I do, rejuvenate, redeem

Take a lose, take a lose
Don`t make a scene
Nigga charge it to the triple beam
F*ck the stress 

I let that orange box of baking soda do the rest
Holler at my neighborhood chef, Raul
Known for cloning chickens and turning one into two
That`s what he do for a living 

That`s all he`s used to
Playtex rubber dishwashing gloves and residue, Biotch!!!!


Bullshit ain`t nothin
You see we gone keep this thuggin
and mean muggin jump until it`s a done deal
You see E-40 and Sick Wid It bring the real nothin but
What if I bring this back down?
You gots to be about it or be without it

Be about it or without it
Ay, you know what? I smell you on that playboy, look
We fin to run down a a whole tac on these bitch ass niggaz
Niggas ain`t smellin this shit

We do this shit
Last night I slapped a bitch upside her dome
With my faulty phone 
That heifer`s tired

She tried to slash my tire
Caught me in the bed with her cousin Tanji
From the track 
She use to hold my sack

I use to dick her down way back in 86
She use to look just like a skank
But now that bitch got a ass, tits, body and boy that bitch is bad
For what it`s worth, the pussy smelled like Certs

Victoria`s Secret
Now folks just remember I never said I thought about lickin pussy 
I said I never thought about eatin
Keepin it and treatin it nice

F*ck that I`m a hog
I put it down, I`m from the hood
Where I live, on the outskirts
And down on the tuck in the cut

In Clemente Apartments man
I`m a baller so you know I ain`t got shit in my name
I`m strictly ghetto celebrity, niggaz get buried
Ready for combat if you plottin and plannin

Oh if you come for me and confiscate my dough
Let the buzzer be the bail
But my suggestion is to stay within your envelope
I`m block to block, swingin on vines
Community service, put up stop signs


Uhh! Hold the f*ck on!!
Did you or did you not tell these niggaz to stay within they envelope?
Shit..., these timers are green to the game
They ain`t know nothin about these tramps

Six bedroom flats and gettin dealt and held a hand across the mat
You see we from the Yay where we control they minds
And put these hoes on the grind

Ain`t got to but I still touch it
Went to the Seven Eleven picked up a traders book and bought a bucket
Use to have a perm bigger than the Charlotte Hornets
But I had to cut that bitch off cause see your patna had warrant

That I ain`t even handled yet although I`m havin cake
The little homie from the hood want me to put out his tape
He kinda tight too, remind me of The Click crew
'Cause they was spittin that old high powered

Godzilla ballin guru ass type shit you
Can relate to, wake to, `scape to when it`s sunny
Ride by, slide by, get at a honey
I know these streets like I know my dick

I can tell you who the nigga is that`s about to get jacked
And the nigga that pulled the lick
I got this bitch on lock
999,999 plus a dollar in a safe deposit box

Marijuana crops still in this roster
Kilogram, coca leaf and morphien
What about my niggas in the 4-1-5
Look what they made

My niggas in the city 
They call it made
Top grade regeneration, uncut
Designer weed, straight hempilation, what the f*ck

Sheit, sheit, sheit, sheit, sheit, sheit sheit, sheit...
Hell yeah, sheit!
999,999 plus a dollar, plus a dollar man
plus a dollar, plus a dollar man equals a mealticket bitch

Sheit! Sheit!

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