Personal Lyrics by E-40

Personal Lyrics

    [e-40]
    I gets a phone call about a neighbor
    Daylight savings time seven o'clock at night
    Three-way conversation 40-water family member, cousin
    "dude did you receive my card" - "when did you send it?"
    "yesterday, should've been there by now"
    9-4-5-9-1 vallejo, california mail box ect. 9-4-5-9-1"
    Damn, shit what the fuck is goin' on around here
    Dude 'nem got some paper work out on you
    They talkin' about makin' your ass disappear
    Not like that, not my sa-hid-nab
    They way to sharp
    Guess again, you know your so-called homie
    Your best friend

    [d-shot]
    What i do, believe me you wouldn't wanna know
    For what i did i opened up a drugstore
    By all means, the scratch was the common goal
    To cover team, i hooked up my fellows
    Oh what it seems, some fools get some paper and trip
    They stick they ass in the air just like a bitch
    Now whats the definition of bitch
    A punk ass bitch that sit down when he piss

    (chorus) [levitti]

    (personal, life ain't no rehearsal
    Personal, this is what i jack for
    Personal, life ain't no rehearsal
    Personal, this is why i hustle)

    [levitti]
    All this shit i gotta deal with
    And every time i look around i'm fonkin'
    When i strap on it, now there's work to do
    Blood on my hand, i took a life or two
    Laid 'em down like a hog
    Bucked a nigga down at the mall
    Semi-autos, macks, glock full lines
    Quick to send you to the mortuary, yeah

    [suga t]
    I put this on my folks, it takes nothin' but a call
    I jack for the beats or paper, cars, skank and all (dog)
    Down for the cause, just like i'm down for a dog
    Damn what you heard, it's all about what you saw
    Why you up in draws, can't no you can't go skinny dippin'
    Why you lookin at me silly hoe
    Cause i'm makin' moves, clockin dough
    Suga t, supa nice, from vallejo
    Oh, oh broken up like freddy
    When you really wanna see me in my teddy (teddy)
    I got my machete, y'all ain't ready (ready)

    (chorus)

    [the mossie]
    (kaveo):
    Here they come slow it down mossey on the passenger side
    Wit about a hundred and fifty rounds
    That'll lay 'em down
    See we from the town
    Where murder for hire ain't no thang
    Water splittin' 'caine, bring the pain
    When niggas get out of line and get to actin' kinda shady
    Niggas don't give a fuck, we'll dump on you when you with your lady
    Known to be vicious, a nigga will break your dishes
    Get out the ak out the window blowin' kisses

    (young mugzy):
    You den fucked around with some riders
    Hill siders, rippin' on chests and guts
    Oh how you fuck around with the quietest nigga and he went nuts
    See i den fucked around and been in shoot outs since the age twelve
    Shot my house up on graduation day
    And damn near killed my first born and my sister
    You gotta make more to play more that's what they told me
    I could give a fuck about you intended cops, that's what my daddy told me
    I put that on my only son, my other seeds
    You fuck with me i gone make your body bleed

    (tap dat ass)
    We got some funk with these niggas that can't stick in they chest
    We chief the heat
    The garlic hollow tips with the vest
    Bulletproof ski mask
    Raid they ass like the task
    Get the jewels and the cash and send they ass first class
    To a six foot ditch
    We trippin off that bitch
    And that's the same punk hoe that was ready to snitch
    On your whole team
    For sellin' ounces of cream
    You got emotional, that's why it's personals, bitch!!!

    (chorus)

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