We Starvin

[Intro: E-40]
Krayzie Bone, E Feezie Fonzareezie
And Gangsta Boo, what
[Pre-Chorus: Krayzie Bone & Gangsta Boo]
Its the endin of the world
And still n!ggas aint got no satisfaction
(We cant get no)
Its the endin of the world
And still n!ggas aint got no satisfaction
(Satisfaction)
Its the endin of the world
And still n!ggas aint got no satisfaction
(We cant get no)
Its the end of the world
************s aint got no satisfaction
(Satisfaction)
[Chorus: Krayzie Bone & Gangsta Boo]
We starvin as we chase the paper
Aint just a man, n!gga, man, n!ggas hate cha
**** em, get cha guns, get cha cheese
We got, just a little time left (little time left)
If Im not mistaken the year is 99
But we dont really know when we gone die
But sh!t, most n!ggas dont know how they still alive
On this, unmerciful wicked planet
If you cant pay for ya life, ya gonna vanish (vanish)
[Verse 1: E-40]
Youre lookin at livin proof
Renovated, condemned, duplex, pots and pans, leaks in the roof
Dirty dishes, no dishwashing soap, no medical coverage
Bad case of strep throat
Mamas think she got arthiritis
My neighbor caught hepatitis from a simple yawn
They say its airborne
We aint got no street lights they all broken
Just take a trip through Vallejo, Richmond, and Oakland
Everyday its a funeral
He was my numeraluno, but I cant bring him back
All I know is he was stressin, takin anti-depressants
They found him dead in the trunk of his Cadillac
And Im so thralled all I can think about is revenge
Always check up, always pullin licks, doin dirty works for dividends
He took the ****** for me
Im the one that really robbed the place
Though Ive been tryna to paper chase
[Chorus: Krayzie Bone & Gangsta Boo]
We starvin as we chase the paper
Aint just a man, n!gga, man, n!ggas hate cha
**** em , get cha guns, get cha cheese
We got, just a little time left (little time left)
If Im not mistaken the year is 99
But we dont really know when we gone die
But sh!t, most n!ggas dont know how they still alive
On this, unmerciful wicked planet
If you cant pay for ya life, ya gonna vanish (vanish)
[Verse 2: Gansgta Boo ]
I done grew up in the game baby
Aint nothin changed, little money, little fame baby
Im still the same baby
Lady gotta make it, I cant be takin no losses
Im the bomb at the party
Always askin 'Where are the dollars?'
Now I know you hate me
Cause I hooked up with Krayzie, baby
Im with whatever they pay me
Gangsta Boo be with it, be winnin, so what the ****
Ill see you at the end of the year, so good luck
[Chorus: Krayzie Bone & Gangsta Boo]
We starvin as we chase the paper
Aint just a man, n!gga, man, n!ggashate cha
**** em, get cha guns, get cha cheese
We got, just a little time left (little time left)
If Im not mistaken the year is 99
But we dont really know when we gone die
But sh!t, most n!ggas dont know how they still alive
On this, unmerciful wicked planet
If you cant pay for ya life, ya gonna vanish (vanish )
[Verse 3: Krayzie Bone]
I made it, and I know its almost over
Call in the soldiers
Gonna be ready to bomb back on em, know ya
Enemies position at all times
Where they at, and how much power they hold
And how many soldiers they got down to roll
But in the meantime
You make your money, even if you strike it rich
You better hustle like you hungry for ya paper, paper, paper
These days only ways that pays can save you
Livin your life is like a task if you aint got the cash
n!gga mad at the world, as I put my mask over my face
And I grabbed the magnum pistol, with the stash in the bag
Im 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 tryna deny me a meal
I do what I gotta do, lets keep it real
For n! ggas in the hood up on the the block
Let em know they understood
Buckin shots, n!gga we 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 wont make it
No way, to shake, fake it
Better take advantage of ya life while you can
Get rich, kick back, relax, spend ya money
Im all about paper, sorry no party tonight
The year is 1999 last year to get your money, right
[Chorus: Krayzie Bone & Gangsta Boo]
We starvin as we chase the paper
Aint just a man, n! gga, man, n!ggas hate cha
**** em, get cha guns, get cha cheese
We got, just a little time left (little time left)
If Im not mistaken the year is 99
But we dont really know when we gone die
But sh!t, most n!ggas dont know how they still alive
On this, unmerciful wicked planet
If you cant pay for ya life, ya gonna vanish (vanish)
[Outro: E-40]
Thats real
Ya undersmell me
Suckers do what they can
Players do what they want, dig it?
Charlie Hustle everytime up in your talk
Yeah face it
Krayzie Bone, Gangsta Boo
****in they nose like this
Thats how we ****in they nose up
Dig it n!gga?
Yeah, paper chase n!gga, paper route (paper route)
You undersmell me? We starvin
You undersmell me n!gga? yeah
Dont let the mobbers control you, yeah
Chest high-up in the mobbers, n!gga,(thats right) yeah
like he fought the Krayzie Bone and Gangsta Boo, uh, yeah
dont ever get it twisted