We Starvin' [Feat E-40 e 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

It's the end of the world and still niggas ain't got no satisfaction (we can't

Get no...)

It's the end of the world, muthafuckers ain't 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 I'm not mistaken, the year is '99/ but we don't

Really know when we gon' die/ shit, most

Niggas don't know how they still alive on this unmerciful, wicked planet/ if you

Can't pay for your life, you're gonna vanish...

E-40

You're 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 it's airborne/ we ain't got no street lights; they

All broken; just take a trip throu vallejo

Richmond, and oakland, and everyday it's a funeral/ he was my numero uno, but i

Can't 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 I'm 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/ I'm the one that really robbed the place/ boy, i've

Been tryin' to paper-chase

-refrain-

Gangsta boo

I done grew up in the game, baby/ ain't nothin changed; lil' money, lil' fame,

Baby/ I'm still the same, baby

Lady's gotta make it, I can't be takin' no losses/ I'm the bomb of the party,

Always askin', where are the dollars?

Now I know you hate me, cuz I hooked up with krayzie, baby/ I'm with whatever

That pay me/ gangsta boo be with it

Be with it, so what the fuck? I'll see you at the end of the year, so good

Luck...

-refrain-

Krayzie

I made it, and I know it's almost over; call in the soldiers/ better be ready to

Bomb back on 'em/ know your enemy's 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 ain't 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/ I'm 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/ let's 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 won't 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/ I'm all about paper

Sorry, no party tonight, the year is 1999/ last year to get your money, right

-refrain-

E-40

That's 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, don't let the marbles control you. eah, chest-high up in the marbles,

Nigg...