Letra We starvin'[featuring e-40/gangsta boo ] Krayzie Bone

We starvin'[featuring e-40/gangsta boo ]

Krayzie, e-40, and gangsta boo:thug mentality 1999

E-40
Krayzie bone, e-feezie-fonzarezi & gangsta boo. what?
Krayzie and gangsta boo
Its the end of the world and still niggas aint got no satisfaction (we cant
Get no...)
Its the end of the world, muthafuckers aint got no satisfaction (satisfaction)

-refrain-
We starvin as we chase the paper, and trust it, man/ nigga, man, niggas hate
You/ fuck em, get your gun and get your cheese
We got just a lil time left/ if Im not mistaken, the year is 99/ but we dont
Really know when we gon die/ shit, most
Niggas dont know how they still alive on this unmerciful, wicked planet/ if you
Cant pay for your life, youre gonna vanish...
E-40
Youre lookin at livin proof; renovated, condemned, duplex, pots and pans/
Leaks in the roof, dirty dishes, no dishwasher
Soap, no medical coverage, bad case of strep throat(strep throat) mama thinks
She got arthritis/ my neighbor caught hepatitis
From a simple yawn/ they say its airborne/ we aint got no street lights; they
All broken; just take a trip throu vallejo
Richmond, and oakland, and everyday its a funeral/ he was my numero uno, but i
Cant bring him back/ all I know is he was
Stressin, takin anti-depressants (what they do? ) they found him dead in the
Trunk of his cadillac/ and Im so withdrawalled
All I could think about is revenge/ always check up, always pullin licks, and
Doin dirty work for dividends
He took the bullet for me/ Im the one that really robbed the place/ boy, ive
Been tryin to paper-chase
-refrain-
Gangsta boo
I done grew up in the game, baby/ aint nothin changed; lil money, lil fame,
Baby/ Im still the same, baby
Ladys gotta make it, I cant be takin no losses/ Im the bomb of the party,
Always askin, where are the dollars?
Now I know you hate me, cuz I hooked up with krayzie, baby/ Im with whatever
That pay me/ gangsta boo be with it
Be with it, so what the fuck? Ill see you at the end of the year, so good
Luck...
-refrain-
Krayzie
I made it, and I know its almost over; call in the soldiers/ better be ready to
Bomb back on em/ know your enemys position
At all time; where they at and how much power they hold and how many soldiers
They got down the road
But in the meantime, you make your money/ even if you strike it rich, you better
Hustle like you hungry for your paper...
These days only ways that pays can save you/ livin your life is like a task, if
You aint got the cash/ nigga, mad at the world
As I put my mask over my face, and I grabbed the magnum pistol with the stash in
The bag/ Im doin a pop pop, so drop
And take it as a loss and chalk it/ now you can take your life and keep on
Walkin (just keep on walkin) or be killed for tryin
To deny me a meal/ I do what I gotta do/ lets keep it real for niggas in the
Hood upon the block/ let em know they understood
Buckin shots, nigga, me livin raw mentality war/ so paranoia got me sleepin
On the floor, watchin the door
This no-win situation of tryin to stay alive until we die/ and anyway you go,
We wont make it/ no way to shake your fate
You better take advantage of your life while you can; get rich, kick back,
Relax, spend your money, man/ Im all about paper
Sorry, no party tonight, the year is 1999/ last year to get your money, right
-refrain-
E-40
Thats real. you undersmell me? suckers do what they can; playas do what they
Want, dig it? charlie hustle, everytime up in
Your talk. yeah, face it. krayzie bone, gangsta boo, fuckin they nose like
This. this how we fuckin they nose up, dig it
Nigga? yeah, paper chasin, nigga. paper route (paper route) you undersmell me?
We starvin. you undersmell me nigga?
Yeah, dont let the marbles control you. eah, chest-high up in the marbles,
Nigg...