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Artist:E
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Album:The Element of Surprise
Track:Personal
 
Date Added:18/10/2007
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Lyrics:E-40]

I get a phone call about a neighbor
At daylight savings time six o’
clock at nine
Three way conversation 40 water family member, cousin
“Dude did you
receive my car”
“When did you send it”
“Yesterday, should’ve been there by
now
9-4-5-9-1 Vallejo, California mail box ect. 9-4-5-9-1”
Damn, shit what the fuck
is goin’ on ‘round here
Dude ‘nem got some paper work out on you
They talkin’
about makin’ your ass disappear
Not like that, not my sa-hid-nab
They way to sharp

Guess again, you know your so-called homie
Your best friend

[D-Shot]


What I do, believe me you wouldn’t wanna know
For what I did I opened up a
drugstore
By all means, the scratch was the common goal
To cover team, I hooked up my
fellows
Oh what it seems, some fools get some paper and trip
They stick they ass in
the air just like a bitch
Now whats the definition of bitch
A punk ass bitch that sit
down when he piss

(Chorus) [Levitti]

(Personal, life ain’t no
rehearsal
Personal, this is what I jack for
Personal, life ain’t no rehearsal

Personal, this is why I hustle)

[Levitti]

All this shit I gotta
deal with
And every time I look around I’m fonkin’
When I strap on it, now
there’s work to do
Blood on my hand, I took a life or two
Laid ‘em down like a hog

Bucked a nigga down at the mall
Semi-autos, macks, glock full lines
Quick to
send you to the mortuary, yeah

[Suga T]

I put this on my folks, it
takes nothin’ but a call
I jack for the beats or paper, cars, skank and all (dog)

Down for the cause, just like I’m down for a dog
Damn what you heard, It’s all about what
you saw
Why you up in draws, can’t no you can’t go skinny dippin’
why you lookin
at me silly hoe
Cause I’m makin’ moves, clockin dough
Suga T, supa nice, from
Vallejo
Oh, oh broken up like Freddy
When you really wanna see me in my teddy (teddy)

I got my mechede
Y’all ain’t ready (ready)

(Chorus)


[The Mossie]

(Kaveo):
Here they come slow it down mossey on the passenger side

Wit about a hundred and fifty rounds
That’ll lay ‘em down
See we from the
town
Where murder fore ain’t no thang
Water splittin’ ‘caine
Bring the
pain
When niggas get out of line and get to actin’ kinda shady
Niggas don’t give a
fuck, we’ll dump on you when you with your lady
Known to be vicious
A nigga will
break your dishes
Government AK out the window blowin’ kisses

(Young Mugzy):

You den fucked around with some riders
Hill Siders, rippin’ on chests and guts

Oh how you fuck around with the quietest nigga and he went nuts
See I den fucked
around and been in shoot outs since the age twelve
Shot my house up on graduation day and
damn near killed my first born and my
sister
You gotta make more to play more that’s
what they told me
I could give a fuck about you intended cops, that’s what my daddy told me

I put that on my only son, my other seeds
You fuck with me I gone make your body bleed


(Tap Dat Ass)
We got some funk with these niggas that can’t stick in they
chest
We chief the heat
The garlic hollow tips with the vest
Bulletproof ski
mask
Raid they ass like the task
Get the jewels and the cash and their Adverse class

To a six foot ditch
We trippin off that bitch
And that’s the same punk hoe
that was ready to snitch
On your whole team
For sellin’ ounces of cream
You
got emotional, that’s why it’s personals, bitch!!!

(Chorus
 
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