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Viewing Lyrics for Back Against The Wall:
| | | Artist: | E-40 |
| | Album: | The Element Of Surprise | | Track: | Back Against The Wall | | | | Date Added: | 18/10/2007 | | Views: | 29 | | | | Lyrics: | [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
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