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letra de let him have it - e-40

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[verse 1: e-40]
i never stayed my -ss 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 m-th-f-cka don’t be talkin under yo breath
cuz that might be the cause of your death
cuz i’mma quick to stop a n-gga in his tracks main
so lets get this sh-t 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 n-ggas that carry guns
a sucka will k!ll you first, and you will be layin in the hurst
takin a deep -ss sleep knowin it wasn’t worth
provin you wasn’t a punk
n-ggas don’t want to thump
n-ggas just want to funk and shot up a n-ggas trunk
i met a b-tch 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
m-th-f-ckas get to baulkin’ when the liquor’s talkin
drunk m-th-f-cka step on my toe and kept on walkin’
i said “what’s up with you partner, 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
“n-gga don’t you know i’ll have you touchin’ everything in here”
he went for his pistol and didn’t know i was strappin’
dag nab it, i had to let him have it

[interlude]
what type of n-gga 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 r-t-rded to the fact that you get a thrill out of k!llin’
but now tell me somethin’: why do m-th-f-ckas always wait till that n-gga commits himself to realize that a hillside hillbilly is the wrong type of n-gga to f-ck with?
e do you feel me?
–yeah, i feel ya sohab–
well let’s take it to the next page then
–oh you mean that part about the dungeon?–
you knoowww!!!

[verse 2: e-40]
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 (i wish i had some dice)
made me some dice out of some water and toilet tissue
now this the part that’s f-cked up
i walks into the dayroom manner room, umm what the f-ck?
i never thought that i would straight make ah
the front page of the newspaper
man they ’bout to send me up state ah
talking that sh-t about makin me a m-th-f-ckin’ f-ggot
i make a shank outta plastic and let a n-gga have it

[interlude]
that’s what’s really goin’ down
cause when a m-th-f-cka’s down for the count
you gotta be about it or be without it
cause a m-th-f-cka once told me when you 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

[verse 3: e-40]
now i’m still in the county’s face
fighting this funky -ss 187 case
shoot me a kite that’s a good way to mingle
i’ll be in this b-tch eatin’ sh-t on the f-ckin’ 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 incarceration
now i’m out drinkin’ brew
havin’ fun with my folks
lovin’ everybody gettin’ twisted and crackin’ jokes
huggin’ anybody cryin’
i missed every n-gga in my clique 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 b-tches but i’m not a d-mn peanut
now i’m at the party thought i wasn’t
dancin’ with the dead n-gga’s fine -ss cousin
i wonder if she thinkin’ my my my
the b-tch been lovin me ever since hogan high
she had some hard -ss 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
m-th-f-cka!
m-th-f-cka!
m-th–m-th–m-th–m-th-f-cka!
m-th-f-cka!
m-th-f-ck-m-th-f-cka!

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