Текст песни E-40 f Master P - Back Against the Wall
E-40 f Master P - Back Against the Wall слова песни
[E-40]Tryin to make it..It`s been a long roadSic-Wid-It Records[Master P & E-40]UNNNNNNNNNGGGGGHHHHH! (C`mon, ooh)Y`all feel that? (I feel it playboy, I smell you)It`s real out here 40 (It`s real Pee!)[E-40]I`m out here in the slums where thugs be usin, ghetto tacticslike, choppin up candy canessittin on top of a dried up JCPenney day mattressWhatever it takes to survive, see that`s what I supplyLike slippin and slidin in the grocery storeand settling out of courtSoft white coke a black turn into hard solidsesThirty-eight snub nosed pistol grip lay nijjas on they wah-wahThe saga continues, the struggle`s just beginninAnd it`s hard to look up to snotty folks, cause THEY be sinnin`Pac gone, Biggie gone, Seagram gone -- and we also lost Eazy-E one of the first gangster rappers of all timeto the most vicious and deadliest disease in history since cancerTo Acquired Immune Deficiency Syndrome, tombstoneFrom the graveyard shift, RBL`s Mister COne love, to Rappin Ron and Plann BVictims of the trigger (unnngggggggghhhhhh)Po` out a little liquorChorus: repeat 2XIt`s not the same, this world is crazyWe out here goin through it allEverything must change, it`s gettin shadyGot our backs against the wall[Master P]UNGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHH, I shed tears for pain 40, some for angerSeen bloodshed by crooked cops, and gangbangersFeel my pain (unnnggghhh) only time`ll change itand fast money, cars, and bitches got me trapped in this gameAnd my lil` homies ballin, picture me fallinand momma in the funeral screamin and crawlinIs there a heaven or hell?To ghetto kids in the anky only time will tellAnd jealousy, and envy, come with moneyWhile crooked, politicians, run the countryAnd it`s a, damn shame to see my, weeples vanishNow they teach us ebonics, what about english and spanishI couldn`t, live my life behind bars and gatesWhile the government play a game called process to eliminateChorus[E-40]Case #246, shootin in an inhabited areaThey was steady complainin about the dope sellinBut they ain`t never been evicted, or convictedThey ain`t never been subpeonaed to court, or arrestedShackled like an animal for pushin rocksDang near choked to death by motorcycle copsPepper sprayed and laughed at like that shit was funnyPregnant breezy threw down on her tummyDo you ever think I`ll ever be able to geta chance to repent and ask the lord for forgivenessbefore he close the casket, will my son end up growin upwithout a father will he end up bein a bastard?A bastard -- that`s a good question (unggggggggghhhh!)I don`t know, I don`t knowChorus