[E-40]   Tryin to make it..   It's been a long road   Sic-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 tactics   like, choppin up candy canes   sittin on top of a dried up JCPenney day mattress   Whatever it takes to survive, see that's what I supply   Like slippin and slidin in the grocery store   and settling out of court   Soft white coke a black turn into hard solidses   Thirty-eight snub nosed pistol grip lay nijjas on they wah-wah   The saga continues, the struggle's just beginnin   And 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 time   to the most vicious and deadliest disease in history since cancer   To Acquired Immune Deficiency Syndrome, tombstone   From the graveyard shift, RBL's Mister C   One love, to Rappin Ron and Plann B   Victims of the trigger (unnngggggggghhhhhh)   Po' out a little liquor      [Chorus: repeat 2X]      It's not the same, this world is crazy   We out here goin through it all   Everything must change, it's gettin shady   Got our backs against the wall      [Master P]   UNGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHH, I shed tears for pain 40, some for anger   Seen bloodshed by crooked cops, and gangbangers   Feel my pain (unnnggghhh) only time'll change it   and fast money, cars, and bitches got me trapped in this game   And my lil' homies ballin, picture me fallin   and momma in the funeral screamin and crawlin   Is there a heaven or hell?   To ghetto kids in the anky only time will tell   And jealousy, and envy, come with money   While crooked, politicians, run the country   And it's a, damn shame to see my, weeples vanish   Now they teach us ebonics, what about english and spanish   I couldn't, live my life behind bars and gates   While the government play a game called process to eliminate      [Chorus]      [E-40]   Case #246, shootin in an inhabited area   They was steady complainin about the dope sellin   But they ain't never been evicted, or convicted   They ain't never been subpeonaed to court, or arrested   Shackled like an animal for pushin rocks   Dang near choked to death by motorcycle cops   Pepper sprayed and laughed at like that shit was funny   Pregnant breezy threw down on her tummy   Do you ever think I'll ever be able to get   a chance to repent and ask the lord for forgiveness   before he close the casket, will my son end up growin up   without a father will he end up bein a bastard?   A bastard -- that's a good question (unggggggggghhhh!)   I don't know, I don't know      [Chorus]