Krayzie Bone We Starvin' [Featuring E-40/Gangsta Boo] Lyrics

E-40
Krayzie Bone, E-Feezie-Fonzarezi & Gangsta Boo. What?
Krayzie and Gangsta Boo
It's the end of the world and still n____s ain't got no satisfaction (We can't
get no...)
It's the end of the world, m____fuckers ain't got no satisfaction (satisfaction)

-Refrain-
We starvin' as we chase the paper, and trust it, man/ n____, man, n____s hate
you/ f___ 'em, get your gun and get your cheese
We got just a lil' time left/ If I'm not mistaken, the year is '99/ But we don't
really know when we gon' die/ s___, most
n____s don't know how they still alive on this unmerciful, wicked planet/ If you
can't pay for your life, you're gonna vanish...
E-40
You're lookin' at livin' proof; renovated, condemned, duplex, pots and pans/
Leaks in the roof, dirty dishes, no dishwasher
soap, no medical coverage, bad case of Strep throat(strep throat) Mama thinks
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 throu Vallejo
Richmond, and Oakland, and everyday it's a funeral/ He was my numero uno, but I
can't bring him back/ All I know is he was
stressin', takin' anti-depressants (What they do?) They found him dead in the
trunk of his Cadillac/ And I'm so withdrawalled
All I could think about is revenge/ Always check up, always pullin' licks, and
doin' dirty work for dividends
He took the bullet for me/ I'm the one that really robbed the place/ Boy, I've
been tryin' to paper-chase
-Refrain-
Gangsta Boo
I done grew up in the game, baby/ Ain't nothin changed; Lil' money, lil' fame,
baby/ I'm still the same, baby
Lady's gotta make it, I can't be takin' no losses/ I'm the bomb of 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
that pay me/ Gangsta Boo be with it
Be with it, so what the f___? I'll see you at the end of the year, so good
luck...
-Refrain-
Krayzie
I made it, and I know it's almost over; Call in the soldiers/ Better be ready to
bomb back on 'em/ Know your enemy's position
at all time; where they at and how much power they hold and how many soldiers
they got down the road
But in the meantime, you make your money/ Even if you strike it rich, you better
hustle like you hungry for your paper...
These days only ways that pays can save you/ Livin' your life is like a task, if
you ain't got the cash/ n____, mad at the world
as I put my mask over my face, and I 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 tryin'
to deny me a meal/ I do what I gotta do/ Let's keep it real for n____s in the
hood upon the block/ Let 'em know they understood
Buckin' shots, n____, me 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 your fate
You better take advantage of your life while you can; get rich, kick back,
relax, spend your money, man/ I'm all about paper
Sorry, no party tonight, the year is 1999/ Last year to get your money, right
-Refrain-
E-40
That's real. You undersmell me? Suckers do what they can; playas do what they
want, dig it? Charlie Hustle, everytime up in
your talk. Yeah, face it. Krayzie Bone, Gangsta Boo, f___in' they nose like
this. This how we f___in' they nose up, dig it
n____? Yeah, paper chasin', n____. Paper route (paper route) You undersmell me?
We starvin'. You undersmell me n____?
Yeah, don't let the marbles control you. eah, chest-high up in the marbles,
nigg...