Let Em Have It – E-40 – letras

(E-40)I never stayed my ass home I always thought that I was grownIn the traffic I was gone you see my head was made of stoneGot a problem with me?Then feel free muthafucka Don’t be talkin under yo breathCuz that might be the cause of your deathCuz I’ma quick to stop a nigga in his tracks mainSo lets get this shit out in the openI used to like to go from the shoulders get em up, one on onesNow it’s a whole different ball game niggas that carry gunsA sucka will kill you first, and you will be layin in the hurstTakin a deep ass sleep knowin it wasn’t worthProvin you wasn’t a punkNiggas don’t want to thumpNiggas just want to funk and shot up a niggas trunkI met a bitch last week at the Orgen RoomBought her a drink and said « whats up on the telly room? »Just then I felt some trouble kickin inSpotted her X-boyfriend who had just got out the penMuthafuckas get to baulkin when the liquors talkinDrunk muthafucka step on my toe and kept on walkinI said « what’s up with ya potna, say excuse me or somethin »He turned around looked at me and started mean mugginI guess he thought he pumped fear until I said »Nigga don’t you know I’ll have you touchin everything in here »He went for his pistol and didn’t know I was strapinDag nab it, I had to let him have itWhat type of nigga did he think you was E?I know he didn’t think that you were some kind of peanut or somethin.He must of been retarded to the fact that you get a thrill out of killinNow tell me somethin’ why do muthafuckas wait till that nigga commitshimself to realize that a hillside hillbilly is the wrong type ofnigga to Fuck with? E do you feel me?Yeah I feel ya sahobWell lets take it to the next page thenOh you mean that part about the dungeon?You Knoowww!!!The next morning, I’m sittin in the dungeon-wonderinShould I be dissed nope I did it in self defenseI wasn’t twisted, I hadn’t even started yetIt happened to fast before someone could stop meI wish I had some DANK WEEDWhile I wait out these 24 more hours before I pleadFreedom I’m gonna miss ya (I wish I had some dice)Made me some dice out of some water and toilet tissueNow this the part thats fucked upI walks into the dayroom manner room what the fuckI never thought that I would straight make ahThe front page of the newspaperShut up a do wop, shut up a do wopMan they bout to send me up state ahTalking that shit about makin me a muthafuckin faggotI make a shank outta plastic and let a nigga have itThat’s whats really goin downCuz when a muthafuckas down for the countYou gotta be about it or be without itCuz what a muthafucka once told me see a mark sleepLeave him sleep in the middle of the streetIf you can’t stand the heat stay up out the kitchenNow I’m still in the county’s faceFighting this funky ass 187 caseShoot me a kite that’s a good way to mingleI’ll be in this bitch eatin’ shit on the fuckin shingleGettin big as a house- bulkin up400 club waiting for the Mercedes deep roll it upMy dream came true after almost 2 years of incarerationNow I’m out drinkin brew Havin fun with my folksLovin’ everybody gettin twisted and crackin jokesHuggin anybody cryinI missed every nigga in my click and I ain’t lyinWe bones out to a partyI’m on P-role but what can I sayI can’t let em know I’m stuckI roast bitches but I’m not a damn peanutNow I’m at the party thought I wasn’tDancin’ with the dead niggas fine ass cousinI wonder if she thinkin’ my my myThe bitch been lovin me ever since Hogan HighShe had some hard ass cousins that wasn’t wit itThey went out they way to make sure that I didn’t get itBut now tricks is for kids silly rabbitI had to let em haveMuthafucka!Muthafucka!Mutha-Mutha-Mutha-Muthafucka!Muthafucka!