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E-40( Earl Stevens )
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Let Him Have It
Lyricist:Jr., George Clinton, William Earl Collins, Earl T. Stevens, Marvin Whitemon, Bernard Worrell
I never stayed my ass home, I always thought that I was grown In the traffic I was gone you see my head was made of stone Got a problem with me? Then feel free muthafucka
Don't be talkin' under yo breath 'Cuz that might be the cause of your death 'Cuz I'ma quick to stop a nigga in his tracks main So let's get this shit out in the open
I used to like to go from the shoulders get 'em up, one on ones Now it's a whole different ball game niggas that carry guns A sucka will kill you first and you will be layin' in the hurst Takin' a deep ass sleep knowin' it wasn't worth
Provin' you wasn't a punk, niggas don't want to thump Niggas just want to funk and shot up a niggas trunk I met a bitch last week at the Orgen Room Bought her a drink and said, 'Whats up on the telly room?'
Just then I felt some trouble kickin' in Spotted her X-boyfriend who had just got out the pen Muthafuckas get to baulkin' when the liquors talkin' Drunk muthafucka step on my toe and kept on walkin' I said, 'What's up with ya potna, say excuse me or somethin'' He turned around looked at me and started mean muggin'
I guess he thought he pumped fear until I said 'Nigga don't you know I'll have you touchin' everything in here' He went for his pistol and didn't know I was strapin' Dag nab it, I had to let him have it
What type of nigga did he think you was E? I know he didn't think that you were some kind of peanut or somethin' He must of been retarded to the fact that you get a thrill out of killin' Now tell me somethin' why do muthafuckas wait Till that nigga commits himself to realize That a hillside hillbilly is the wrong type of nigga to fuck with?
E do you feel me? Yeah, I feel ya sahob Well, let's take it to the next page then Oh, you mean that part about the dungeon? You know
The next morning, I'm sittin' in the dungeon-wonderin' Should I be dissed, nope I did it in self defense I wasn't twisted, I hadn't even started yet It happened to fast before someone could stop me
I wish I had some dank weed While I wait out these 24 more hours before I plead Freedom I'm gonna miss ya Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com (I wish I had some dice) Made me some dice out of some water and toilet tissue
Now this the part that's fucked up I walks into the dayroom manner room what the fuck I never thought that I would straight make, ah The front page of the newspaper
Shut up a do wop, shut up a do wop Man they 'bout to send me up state, ah Talking that shit about makin' me a muthafuckin' faggot I make a shank outta plastic and let a nigga have it
That's what's really goin' down 'Cuz when a muthafuckas down for the count You gotta be about it or be without it 'Cuz what a muthafucka once told me see a mark sleep Leave him sleep in the middle of the street If you can't stand the heat stay up out the kitchen
Now I'm still in the county's face Fighting this funky ass 187 case Shoot me a kite that's a good way to mingle I'll be in this bitch eatin' shit on the fuckin' shingle
Gettin' big as a house- bulkin' up 400 club waiting for the Mercedes deep roll it up My dream came true after almost 2 years of incareration Now I'm out drinkin' brew havin' fun with my folks Lovin' everybody gettin' twisted and crackin' jokes
Huggin' anybody cryin' I missed every nigga in my click and I ain't lyin' We bones out to a party I'm on P-role but what can I say
I can't let 'em know I'm stuck I roast bitches but I'm not a damn peanut Now I'm at the party, thought I wasn't Dancin' with the dead niggas fine ass cousin
I wonder if she thinkin' my, my, my The bitch been lovin' me ever since Hogan High She had some hard ass cousins that wasn't wit it They went out they way to make sure that I didn't get it
But now tricks is for kids silly rabbit I had to let 'em have, muthafucka, muthafucka Mutha-mutha-mutha-muthafucka Muthafucka, muthafuck-muthafucka
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