We Starvin`

[E-40]<br>Krayzie Bone, E Feezie Fonzareezie<br>And Gangsta Boo, what<br><br>[Krayzie Bone & Gangsta Boo]<br>It`s the endin` of the world<br>And still niggas ain`t got no satisfaction<br>(We can`t get no)<br>It`s the endin` of the world<br>And still niggas ain`t got no satisfaction<br>(Satisfaction)<br>It`s the endin` of the world<br>And still niggas ain`t got no satisfaction<br>(We can`t get no)<br>It`s the endin` of the world<br>Motherfuckers ain`t got no satisfaction<br><br>(Chorus: Krayzie Bone & Gangsta Boo)<br>We starvin` as we chase the paper<br>Ain`t just a man, nigga, man, niggas hate `cha<br>Fuck `em, get `cha guns, get `cha cheese<br>We got, just a little time left (little time left)<br>If I`m not mistaken the year is `99<br>But we don`t really know when we `gone die<br>But shit, most niggas don`t know how they still alive<br>On this, unmerciful wicked planet<br>If you can`t pay for ya life, ya gonna vanish (vanish)<br><br>[E-40]<br>You`re lookin` at livin` proof<br>Renovated, condemned, duplex, pots and pans, leaks in the roof<br>Dirty dishes, no dishwashing soap, no medical coverage<br>Bad case of strep throat<br>Mama`s think she got arthiritis<br>My neighbor caught hepatitis from a simple yawn<br>They say it`s airborne<br>We ain`t got no street lights they all broken<br>Just take a trip through Vallejo, Richmond, and Oakland<br>Everyday it`s a funeral<br>He was my numeral uno, but I can`t bring him back<br>All I know is he was stressin`, takin` anti-depressants<br>They found him dead in the trunk of his Cadillac<br>And I`m so thralled all I can think about is revenge<br>Always check up, always pullin` licks, doin` dirty works for dividends<br>He took the bullet for me<br>I`m the one that really robbed the place<br>Though I`ve been tryna to paper chase<br><br>Chorus<br><br>[Gansgta Boo]<br>I done grew up in the game baby<br>Ain`t nothin` changed, little money, little fame baby<br>I`m still the same baby<br>Lady gotta make it, I can`t be takin` no losses<br>I`m the bomb at the party<br>Always askin` "Where are the dollars?"<br>Now Iknow you hate me<br>Cause I hooked up with Krayzie, baby<br>I`m with whatever they pay me<br>Gangsta Boo be with it, be winnin`, so what the fuck<br>I`ll see you at the end of the year, so good luck<br><br>Chorus<br><br>[Krayzie Bone]<br>I made it, and I know it`s almost over<br>Call in the soldiers<br>Gonna be ready to bomb back on `em, know ya<br>Enemies position at all times<br>Where they at, and how much power they hold<br>And how many soldiers they got down to roll<br>But in the meantime,<br>You make your money, even if you strike it rich<br>You better hustle like you hungry for ya paper, paper, paper<br>These days only ways that pays can save you<br>Livin` your life is like a task if you ain`t got the cash<br>Nigga mad at the world, as I put my mask over my face<br>And grabbed the magnum pistol, with the stash in the bag<br>I`m doin` a pop pop, so drop and take it as a loss, and chalk it<br>Now you can take your life and keep on walkin` (just keep on walkin)<br>Or be killed for tryna deny me a meal<br>I do what I gotta do, let`s keep it real<br>For niggas in the hood up on the the block<br>Let `em know they understood<br>Buckin` shots, nigga we livin` raw mentality war<br>So paranoia got me sleepin` on the floor, watchin` the door<br>This no win situation of tryin` to stay alive until we die<br>And anyway you go we won`t make it<br>No way, to shake, fake it<br>Better take advantage of ya life while you can<br>Get rich, kick back, relax, spend ya money<br>I`m all about paper, sorry no party tonight<br>The year is 1999 last year to get your money, right<br><br>Chorus<br><br>[E-40]<br>That`s real<br>Ya undersmell me<br>Suckers do what they can<br>Players do what they want, dig it?<br>Charlie Hustle everytime up in your talk<br>Yeah face it<br>Krayzie Bone, Gangsta Boo<br>Fuckin` they nose like this<br>That`s how we fuckin` they nose up<br>Dig it nigga?<br>Yeah, paper chase nigga, paper route (paper route)<br>You undersmell me? We starvin`<br>You undersmell me nigga?<br>Don`t let the mobbers control you<br>Chest high-up in the mobbers, nigga