E Personal Lyrics

Personal Lyrics

E-40] 

  

 I get a phone call about a neighbor  

 At daylight savings time six o’ clock at nine 

 Three way conversation 40 water family member, cousin 

 “Dude did you receive my car� 

 “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 ‘round 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 mechede  

 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 fore 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 

 Government 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 their Adverse 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