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Artist:E 40
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Album:Various songs / Unsorted
Track:999 999 1 a mealticket
Date Added:18/10/2007
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Lyrics:featuring Kaveo

[E 40]
Huh? Want me to speak the real?

Speak the real man

[E 40]
Nigga speak the real
the real
Speak the real
Speak the real
Speak the real

It's a
quarter after nine on my AM FM
Radio Shack digital motel six oÂ’ clock alarm reads

"40 get your ass up time to hit the grind
You can't afford to pass no money I know
you heard about that"
What, what? "Task raided Millersville Ms. Miller had a heart attack"

Dude, that's some cold shit, ain't it huh?
I know, she was a good person for certain
I know
V-Town, California where I was born, raised and grown
And since 1979 I been a
hustler on the go
You know the drill
My mission for real
A mealticket

You feel, we slowly but surely approachin seven digits
Figurines, sticky doo-hicky
and angel dust
Best believe niggas know better than fuck with us
I'm pimped out
flossin in Reno in the casino
Big bid, fuckin off feddie I could've put down on a crib

I does that, I do, rejuvenate, redeem
Take a lose, take a lose
Don't make a
Nigga charge it to the triple beam
Fuck the stress
I let that orange
box of baking soda do the rest
Holler at my neighborhood chef, Raul
Known for
cloning chickens and turning one into two
That's what he do for a living
That's all
he's used to
Playtex rubber dishwashing gloves and residue, Biotch!!!!

Bullshit ain't nothin
You see we gone keep this thuggin

and mean muggin jump until it's a done deal
You see E-40 and Sick Wid It bring the
real nothin but
What if I bring this back down?
You gots to be about it or be
without it

Be about it or without it
Ay, you know what? I
smell you on that playboy, look
We fin to run down a a whole tac on these bitch ass niggaz

Niggas ain't smellin this shit
We do this shit

Last night I slapped a
bitch upside her dome
With my faulty phone
That heifer's tired
She tried to
slash my tire
Caught me in the bed with her cousin Tanji
From the track
use to hold my sack
I use to dick her down way back in 86
She use to look just like
a skank
But now that bitch got a ass, tits, body and boy that bich is bad
For what
it's worth, the pussy smelled like Certs
Victoria's Secret
Now folks just remember I
never said I thought about lickin pussy
I said I never thought about eatin
Keepin it
and treatin it nice
Fuck that I'm a hog
I put it down, I'm from the hood

Where I live, on the outskirts
And down on the tuck in the cut
In Clemente
Apartments man
I'm a baller so you know I ain't got shit in my name
I'm strictly
ghetto celebrity, niggaz get buried
Ready for combat if you plottin and plannin
if you come for me and confiscate my dough
Let the buzzer be the bail
But my
suggestion is to stay within your envelope
I'm block to block, swingin on vines

Community service, put up stop signs


Hold the fuck on!!
Did you or did you not tell these niggaz to stay within they envelope?

Sheeit, these timers are green to the game
They ain't know nothin about these tramps

six bedroom flats and gettin dealt and held a hand across the mat
You see we from the
Yay where we control they minds
and put these hoes on the grind


Ain't got to but I still touch it
Went to the Seven Eleven picked up a traders book
and bought a bucket
Use to have a perm bigger than the Charlotte Hornets
But I had
to cut that bitch off cause see your patna had warrant
That I ain't even handled yet
although I'm havin cake
The little homie from the hood want me to put out his tape

He kinda tight too, remind me of The Click crew
Cause they was spittin that old high powered

Godzilla ballin guru ass type shit you
can relate to, wake to, 'scape to when it's
Ride by, slide by, get at a honey
I know these streets like I know my dick

I can tell you who the nigga is that's about to get jacked
And the nigga that pulled
the lick
I got this bitch on lock
999,999 plus a dollar in a safe deposit box

Marijuana crops still in this roster
Kilogram, coca leaf and morphien
about my niggas in the 4-1-5
Look what they made
My niggaz in the city
call it made
Top grade regeneration, uncut
Designer weed, straight hempilation, what
the fuck

Sheit, sheit, sheit, sheit, sheit, sheit sheit, sheit...
Hell yeah,
999,999 plus a dollar, plus a dollar man
plus a dollar, plus a dollar man
equals a mealticket bitch
Sheit! Sheit
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