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Krayzie Bone( Anthony Henderson )
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We Starvin'
Lyricist:Perry Jr Botkin, Barry Devorzon, Anthony Henderson, T Jones, Lola Mitchell, Earl Stevens
Krayzie Bone, E Feezie Fonzareezie And Gangsta Boo, what
It's the endin' of the world And still niggas ain't got no satisfaction (We can't get no) It's the endin' of the world And still niggas ain't got no satisfaction (Satisfaction)
It's the endin' of the world And still niggas ain't got no satisfaction (We can't get no) It's the endin' of the world Motherfuckers ain't got no satisfaction
We starvin' as we chase the paper Ain't just a man, nigga, man, niggas hate 'cha Fuck 'em, get 'cha guns, get 'cha cheese We got just a little time left (Little time left)
If I'm not mistaken the year is '99 But we don't really know when we gone die But shit, most niggas don't know how they still alive On this unmerciful wicked planet If you can't pay for ya life ya gonna vanish (Vanish)
You're 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, mama's think she got arthritis My neighbor caught hepatitis from a simple yawn They say it's airborne, we ain't got no street lights they all broken Just take a trip through Vallejo, Richmond, and Oakland Everyday it's a funeral
He was my numeral uno, but I can't bring him back All I know is he was stressin', takin' anti-depressants They found him dead in the trunk of his Cadillac And I'm so thralled all I can think about is revenge Always check up, always pullin' licks, doin' dirty works for dividends He took the bullet for me, I'm the one that really robbed the place Though I've been tryna to paper chase
We starvin' as we chase the paper Ain't just a man, nigga, man, niggas hate 'cha Fuck 'em, get 'cha guns, get 'cha cheese We got just a little time left (Little time left)
If I'm not mistaken the year is '99 But we don't really know when we gone die But shit, most niggas don't know how they still alive On this unmerciful wicked planet If you can't pay for ya life ya gonna vanish (Vanish)
I done grew up in the game, baby Ain't nothin' changed, little money, little fame, baby I'm still the same, baby Lady gotta make it, I can't be takin' no losses I'm the bomb at the party
Always askin', 'Where are the dollars?' Now I know you hate me 'Cuz I hooked up with Krayzie, baby I'm with whatever they pay me Gangsta Boo be with it, be winnin', so what the fuck I'll see you at the end of the year, so good luck
Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com We starvin' as we chase the paper Ain't just a man, nigga, man, niggas hate 'cha Fuck 'em, get 'cha guns, get 'cha cheese We got just a little time left (Little time left)
If I'm not mistaken the year is '99 But we don't really know when we gone die But shit, most niggas don't know how they still alive On this unmerciful wicked planet If you can't pay for ya life ya gonna vanish (Vanish)
I made it and I know it's 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 ain't got the cash Nigga mad at the world, as I put my mask over my face And grabbed the magnum pistol with the stash in the bag I'm 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, let's keep it real For niggas in the hood up, on the the block Let 'em know they understood Buckin' shots, nigga 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 won't 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 I'm all about paper, sorry no party tonight The year is 1999, last year to get your money, right
We starvin' as we chase the paper Ain't just a man, nigga, man, niggas hate 'cha Fuck 'em, get 'cha guns, get 'cha cheese We got just a little time left (Little time left)
If I'm not mistaken the year is '99 But we don't really know when we gone die But shit, most niggas don't know how they still alive On this unmerciful wicked planet If you can't pay for ya life ya gonna vanish (Vanish)
That's real, ya undersmell me Suckers do what they can Players do what they want, dig it? Charlie Hustle every time up in your talk Yeah, face it Krayzie Bone, Gangsta Boo, fuckin' they nose like this
That's how we fuckin' they nose up, dig it nigga Yeah, paper chase nigga, paper route (Paper route) You undersmell me? We starvin' You undersmell me nigga? Don't let the mobbers control you Chest high-up in the mobbers, nigga
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