The Element Of Surprise

I'm tryin to hear some of that mobb
Make it sound like a gorilla tryin to get up out the trunk
(yeah, well let's get this shit crackin then)
Super duper super duper, trunk rattlin
(that's what i'm talkin 'bout)
Old school, in the basement
(some shit for the fuckin trunk nigga)
Magazine street, hillside type
(this is what we do, all day like this nigga!)
Mobb shit now!
(get this shit crackin den nigga!)
It's a drought on
(fuck now!)

Beotch!
What you holla? what you say? what dey know?
What dey know about this, so what dey know?
What dey know about this, so what dey know?
Beotch! now...
Strictly mobb, strictly mobb

I might be rich and i rap, but sheeeyit
A hundred dollars worth of food stamps for $45 dollars
Nigga fat, i wasn't fin' to bite on that
I stay on stuff, fuck a cup, i likes to drink out the bottle
Mix gordon's gin with donald duck ? secure my novel
When, i was fifteen years old
Straight dope game, i was told
I had them hoes stealin clothes for me, boostin and sellin they body
Nigga that's how it's supposed to be by nature cause i'm naughty naughty
La-di-da-di, we likes to pull triggers
We do cause trouble cause we dump on niggaz
Yeah, i'm just a hustler, remember that? mr. flamboyant 1989
Down and dirty, federal, b-legit the savage, d-shot the shot caller
My little sista suga t sprinkle me on the money motivated mission
Tryin to have it in a major way after i was on the late night grind
Strapped with nines and desert eagles, me and my weeples
Come deeper than them skinny bitches, crept on us not too long ago
Sold our lexuses and went back to the cutlass supreme
Buster demand they zima's and forked toes
Starwise, with the helicopter knockoffs
My down south thugs call em elbows, turnin heads
With the personalized license plates with the tremendous bump
Fuckin they nose, fakin them domes
Breakin and shakin the neighborhood up, disturbin homes
Ridin on rims *tires peeling out*
Reyimmms, slidin through stopsigns, just like them action films
Watch me no cost to pay off my speeding tickets and fines
Giving myself up to the elroy's
Doing time on the weekends, all up in the county writin rhymes
It's just some shit, some shit that you can ride to
Some shit, some shit for you to smoke to
Some shit, some shit that you can fuck to
Some shit, some shit i can relate to

Chorus:

It's just some shit, some shit that you can ride to
Some shit, some shit for you to smoke to
Some shit, some shit that you can fuck to
Some shit, some shit i can relate to
It's just some shit that you can listen to, one mo' gen
Make you stop at the liquor sto', and purchase some gin
Some shit to make a nigga practice lookin hard
Some shit for all my folkers on the boulevard

It's traditional, heavy ass shit for the mobb
I got more bass in my rock, than third eye blind
Forty-wata-wata main don't tell me you gonna resign
It's too early for this, dude you in your prime!
I said -- no not me, i won't stop
I'ma do it for my nigga tupac
Sober see, that can't be
I been pervin all day since six o'clock
I pull a bootch like a bad tooth
With the cheapest econolodge a nigga like me can find
Drop her ass off out in the middle of nowhere next to a phone booth
Stranded freezin to death... empty handed can it
Stubborn hella hard to reason with
It's game orienfested, let me explain it
I know they say that i been, givin up too much game
But i'ma teach ya how to blossom with my new invention
You might wanna pay attention
I used to sell kirby vacumn cleaners but i wasn't a punk
I worked at mickey d's (what did you make) employee of the month
Livin above my means -- motherfucker that's a bald-faced lie
Po-po's raid, i got an alibi
Shot my first video for $20 bucks, motherfucker
Some cheap shit, marriot's great america
Mean green hooked me up down south
Made a name for myself by word of mouth

Chorus

Hah... oh what dey know?
Oh what dey know about this, oh what dey know?
Oh what dey know about this, oh what dey know?
Beotch!!

Hella..
The board of weebleizations up in this motherfucker
The board of weebleizations
Head above water productions
Collaborated with my motherfuckin nigga, sam bosstigili
Professor bosstigili up on this bitch ass motherfuckin track
Fuckin they nose up like this
Where that nigga sojourn at, whattup boy?

Chorus

Beotch! with this here, we mobbin out
We mobbin out, suga t (ay whassup gurl?)
D-shot (d-shot ???)
B-legit up in this motherfucker (yo e-feezee main!)
Young muggzy, keveo (you, know!)
Tap that ass celly cel (whassup, whassup nigga!)
My nigga big bone tyrone (big buddha!!)
D-day from a-1
They doin it like that down they bitch ass
The resevoir hoggs up in this motherfucker!
(all day smashin)
There go max and that nigga parlay
Levitti the r&b singer on they bitch ass
Gonna fuck they nose with that mobb shit
Fuckin they head like that
My little young cousin mac mall up in this bitch
From the v-town nigga i thought you thought all the time
Up in they, bitch ass tall can b (sic-wid-it nigga!)
Cousin c-bo
That nigga otis and shug singin
"i hope i don't go back to slangin llello" on they bitch ass
Cousin lil bruce, mac shon
That nigga k-1, gino
Smitty, the funk mobb up in this bitch ass motherfucker
Fuckin they heads up like this
V-town nigga millersville i thought you thought
(uh-huh)
Yeah my cousins nigga down-n-dirty
Kamikaze and the mobb unit bitch
I thought they thought!!
..
Beotch!!

Trump change? (chump change)
Nah trump change patnah not chump change
Trump change, i'm talkin donald trump change
I'm talkin steve wynn, i'm talkin y'know? e-feezee

Chorus: e-40

Trump change, 32 valve northstar with the
With the ? frames, ?
Candy coated paint, pushin weight
Roller skatin on them thangs! ridin federal
Super-flossin, full tank of petrol
Me and my mossie, trump change
Lucrative loot, long money, big bread
Step on my boots, next day, he was dead
Shit you not, all i gotta do
Is cough to have your motherfuckin head knocked off

"nigga you my nigga if you don't get no damn money
Just remember no matter how much motherfuckin fetti you sittin on
You still a damn nigga"
Y'all know us meth merchants, sherm stick or pies
Y'all know us sea serpents, makin the grass, get full supplies
Little man complex, and if i ain't little
Then i'm big, and if i'm big then i got, big man complex
Love sex, took three of my botches welfare checks
Put a down payment on a brand new invisible diamond bezel
Oyster perpetual rolex
Bullet proof vest and armored like bricks
Sometimes you might find me drinkin tap water
Up out the public park sinks
But most of the time it's louis the thirteenth, sixteen
Hundred dollars a pop, guzzle sip sip guzzle non-stop
Mo' candy than c it's coca leaves, flamboast and brag
Go on shoppin sprees, and act bad
Never mind how much it cost, put it in the bag!
Bought a brand new jag without, lookin at the price tag

Chorus

Fresh up out the box, bought a shit-load of guns
With my left-over cop money, pay cash all ones
Talk to me, i feed the dopefiends crumbs
It's monumental, when they let me use they rental
I'm a factor, livin life, with mo' cheese
Than the green bay packers, pay off the vice
Ain't never went out blackwards
I'm engaged to this dope game, no swivel
We talked about gettin out, but it's not official
When there's a drought we don't fret, we handle business
Nigga what you sweatin if you have scientizzic chemistes
That can make that shit and when they cook that shit
It's just like dinner
But cluckheads don't use forks and spoons
They use tv antennas

Chorus

Bar-none, sucked up to nathin, heavy rotation
If it wasn't for some of that "tired of being stepped on" shit
When i was locked up, i probably wouldn't have never made it
Splurgin, overspendin, doin just a little bit too much
Puttin the ? on a new 40 if i could do it all over again
I'd do it just like
I was locked up on a friday, went to court on a tuesday
Third strike victim, judge tried to do me
Lookin at my folks on tv
"nigga that's my nigga!" in the day room
"vallejo nigga (watchin' bet) vallejo nigga!"
Sorry about your patnah, heard he took a fall
Up in here, we get the news before y'all
Now you know we ain't supposed to be talkin on this kind of phones
Dude why you jaw jackin
Well what's the new thing? white collared crime computer hackin
Ticket scalpin, and dang near e'rybody that i know
Be tryin to charlie hustle and get they paper
Sellin cable box scramblers to bootleg bitches
Just tapes, i let my boys drive my toys
Radar dectectors and po-po scanners makin hella noise
Lookin out for the elroys

Chorus

(b-legit)
Mobb shit biatch.

(e-40)
Biatch!! biatch!!

(b-legit)
This shit ain't went no where. (trademark)
You understand me?? (uh!)
It's like, when a muthafucka do his dirt,
It don't be no ordinary dirt, you understand me??
A nigga do dirt bad. check it out.

(e-40)
I took a, i took a, whole thang of ice cream,
A kilogram of birdie a unit,
Put the wammy on it, stepped on it, wit out ruinin it, or abusin it,
Like a muthafucka would supposed to
When there's a shortage on sumpthin, (on sumpthin),
That way i could get em off like hot cakes,
An you know there's plenty more where that comes from,
You see i know this one storage place that this one particular ball-ah,
Sneekin an keepin his job-ah,
For you tardy unaware troopers
Now hoppin in the game truant ass niggas,
Biatch!! biatch!! yadda means powder
Yola, yola, ice cream candy,
Man that shit be comin in handy,
But anyway,
Dude hella bootsy an he was juss askin to get robbed,
That's why me an my side went ahead
An pulled one of them 'ol inside jobs,
On his 'ol, move the show room,
Show me more willie fu-fu put the red on his,
Put two on the ten, all protected an tryin to impress a bitch,
Don't you know i'm all off pullin licks
On busta brown ass zarks like you,
Scopin an casin 2-11's an holdin patience

(b-legit)
I huddle wit the dogs up on defense day,
Lieutenants get the kicks, backwoods of the yay,
Soldiers leave the place, so the cream i keep,
Six or seven g's everytime i beep,
Hit the streets like i can't, plot fo the bank,
Fuck wit a boss, cuz a pit got rank,
Make yo body stank, leave you lost in the woods,
A nigga from the hood, up to no damn good,
We ride fleetwood, hit 'em dummied out,
Walk a clerk to the safe, an get the money out,
I'm on a money route, and all cash i claim
A nigga deep in this muthafuckin game.

Chorus- *(e-40 & b-legit)*

187, 211, 1-2-0-2-2's,
We doin' dirt, we doin' dirt bad,
457, 6-4-7-11, 3-5-0,
We doin' dirt, niggaz doin' dirt bad,
We doin' dirt, we doin' dirt bad,
We doin' dirt, niggaz doin' dirt bad,
We doin' dirt, we doin' dirt bad,
We doin' dirt.

(e-40)
B-legit from what i understand, his breath was stronger than his bite
(beeeeee-yaaaaatch!!!) nigga was sellin mo wolf tickets
Than a sold out lennox lewis an evander holyfield fight, shit
We ain't no strong or soft niggaz, we savage damn it,
Like who?? like the crocodile hunter,
That crazy ass muthafucka named steve,
Who caught me doin' dirt, cuz i'm dirt cheap,
An i like to do most of my dirt when most of y'all be asleep
Down an dirty, 'specialy when i'm doin' dirt bad,
Pull akickdoe, run up in yo baby mama's pad.

(b-legit)
I been it down from day uno,
Baby bottle full of pruno,
Knew i was the shit named b-legit,
Had a thang fo bakin soda, an high info,
Couldn't wait to put the vogues on a 7-8 rogue,
I'm on a telephone, my communicator,
On the track wit the team, gettin hella paper,
Fuck a playa hata, see he cheats to win
An me, i be the b-soft gin,
Cuz i'm the man wit it,
Got the taste of blood,
So dirty when i'm wet that i turn to mud,
I smoke purple bud,
An make a hit hurt bad,
Ain't no tellin when a nigga doin' dirt bad.

*(chorus)*

40-50, 45, 4-7-0,
We doin' dirt, we doin' dirt bad,
457, 6-4-7-11's 3-5-0,
We doin' dirt, uh, niggaz doin' dirt bad,
We doin' dirt, we doin' dirt bad,
We doin' dirt, niggaz doin' dirt bad,
We doin' dirt, we doin' dirt bad,
Niggaz doin' dirt, we doin' dirt bad.
Biatch!!

(b-legit)
We doin' dirt bad, me and charlie hustle,
Niggaz push up on us cuz now we got the muscle,
Got they yay sewed up
An you gonna have to see us,
Either that or get hit, wit the millimeters,
Keep my burners on,
Ain't no peace out here,
A good place to leave yo whole fuckin career,
So keep yo game near,
An don't cross game,
Until the list have your own fuckin name.

(e-40)
Them badgers,
Them bitches,
Them batches,
The got my faulty tapped,
But the po-po's hate it,
Cuz i be talkin in code,
Street slang, so they can't interpretate it,
An the only way that they gonna be able to interpretate
It is if they go out and get a reliable source,
Which is a snitch, a fuckin affidavit
One that gives up very important valuable information to the vice
A rathead, a rathead, turns in they mama for the right price
Money hungry for bread, you wussy, willow ass,
Bitch-made niggaz workin for them,
It's hoes like you that got us doin' dirt bad.
Biatch!!

*(chorus)*

187, 211, 1-2-0-2-2's,
We doin' dirt, we doin' dirt bad,
457, 6-4-7-11, 3-5-0,
We doin' dirt, niggaz doin' dirt bad,
We doin' dirt, we doin' dirt bad,
We doin' dirt, niggaz doin' dirt bad,
We doin' dirt, we doin' dirt bad,
Niggaz doin' dirt, we doin' dirt bad.

Biiiiiiiiii-aaaaaaaaaaayyyyyyyyyyyaaaaaaaaaaa-tch!!

[e-40] charlie hust', busta bust', let's do it
[busta] hehehehe, flipmode, sic-wid-it
You know what's best for you, you better get widdit

[e-40]
I heard him talkin, but then he walkin, now tell me why
They never been incarcerated in a correctional facility
For doin this kinda street chemistry (hell yea)
I'm an original rapper, retrospected by plenty, hated by people
Me, 40, we took it back as street soldier
You got my back i got your shoulder
Peas and toes, tryin to make it, it's all oh's
Impossible is a hit never get caught diggin in my nose
Ex d-boy used to be a big time neighborhood rock star
Although i never owned a gui-tar
I-uh-i'm lyrically inclined with my start stutter scrilla
Type delivery, 40 and busta rhymes, was drinkin
And smockin hickory, on the porch one time
When i came up with this line: i was perkin
Off of some of that carlos rossi wine -- whatcha playa patnah got
Flows, like a latina female orgasm
Hoes, be yellin and screamin causin contractions at my
Shows, they take off they clothes and throw they pantyhose on stage
Any appliable age from dookie braids to suki braids, deal widdit

Chorus:

Do it to me baby, do it to meeeee!
(do it to me baby, do it to me baby)
Just do anything you want to do to meeeee!
(we go do it, do it, do it)
Do it to me baby, do it to meeeee!
(do it to me baby, do it to me baby)
[busta] just do anything you want to do to me (2x)
(we go do it, do it, do it)

[busta rhymes]
Check it out yo
Do it to me i'ma do it to you
Rubber you glue, bounce off of me i stick it on you
Weather whatever you could never ever measure my pleasure
Dig in my treasure, be making your lungs cave in together
Blow smoke out my face, pick up the pace
Speed up the race, never let a hot joint go to waste
My dogs'll bark when your marksman trespass
You better use caution, your body parts might get auctioned
No need for you to keep stalkin, hell but what you talkin
Have you dusted like a zombie lookin straight christopher walken
Shorty tried to call me and warn me and e-40
About these other corny rappers that ain't got nuttin for me
You know they all blew it, time to move it
Blow the spot you knowin how we do it, capitalize
Upgrade to gold now we platinum-eyes
Keep my flavor holy sacred and pasteurized, what!

Chorus

[busta bust']
We doin this to blow through it til you suffocate, losin your breath
Til you satisfied, you know we do it to death
Ay you know we do it to keep you flippin, do it for whylin
Doin it for me to get my hustle on, do it for profilin
Do it for the love affair because i'm lovin it
When we clubbin all you hear is the live dj rubbin it
Runnin it all into the ground, doin it for days
Do it for money, know i gotta keep my bills paid!

[charlie hust']
My reals be pokin and stickin out like nipples
The felines, be lookin at us like we some popsicles
Busta rhyzzzimes, and charlie hustle, or should i say fonzarelli
Poppin they collars and workin they star jelly
Up in the club, order the one, the party's just begun
Love, batches outnumber the fellas ten to one push come to
Shove, forgot my gun, but it won't hurt fool
My music come up out the woodwork, beatch!

Chorus w/out busta (3x to fade)

Uhh, i come from nothin
Come up, i come from nothin
To get it crankin right here
Right here?
Turma-turmoil, torment and turmoil
Uh ooh
We been in bondage for years
For how long?
Trapped up in the ghetto
Yea that's true
Dang, i got a dream though
Fiction
Tryin to make my own progress
That's fictionary

[e-40]
Zoom!
Even though the streets mob filthy, lights burned out (out)
Dopefiends die with antennas in they mouth
Niggaz are starvin, some of my niggaz is havin they cash
Niggaz is ballin, parkin they car, all on the grass
Livin it up to the fullest platinum colored jew-els and organized glass
Not none of that old fake ass costume jewelry, that looks like brass
I'm lookin out the window while you play nintendo
You drive a navigator, i drive a pinto
I was there, nothin polite, me and my fools
The ghetto, field mice and rat drippings up in my shoes
A rebel, without a pause, commodes n stars
No toilet tissue, dirty doodoo stains up in my draws

[singers]
Ooh zoom, i like, to fly far away from here
Where my mind flows on, it's fresh and clear
And i, found a love, that i long to see
And people, who be, who they want to beeee, ho!

[e-40]
I never had, lobster in my life (or what?)
Or teriyaki steaks, just sardines and spam and cornflakes
Pacific bell done put me on restriction once again
I can't call out, but you can call in
Can barely think straight, barely keep focus
My crackhead cousin spent the night (what we got) now we got roaches
(damn!) here lies my property, no composure
Six months behind on my mortgage, house under fo'closure
Momma ain't feelin too good, she diabetic
Scared of needles hospitals ambulance paramedics
And i'm the oldest of fo', sleepin on the flo'
Watchin tv channels we used to borrow cable from next do'

[singers]
Ooh zoom, i like, to fly far away from here
Where my mind flows on, it's fresh and clear
And i, found a love, that i long to see
And people, who be, who they want
Who they want to beeee, yea! hahahhhhhh!

[e-40]
I seen it in a dream, a big white home, looked like a office building
An old school brougham with a sunroof ceiling
Thug living, sixty-four ounce of drinkin thinkin
"how could i come up, and purchase me a lincoln?"
Drug dealin, leelin and dealin tryin to make a million
Blood spillin, driveby walk up to that nigga peel him
Back then i was blind, penetentiary chance at jail
Livin off my gahl for hella long she worked at taco bell
And if the heater ain't workin and it's freezin cold
We open up the oven and turn on the stove
Survival, granddaddy's appreciation revival church
Of pentacostal, we raised money by givin car washes

[singers]
Ooh zoom, i like, to fly far away from here
Where my mind flows on, it's fresh and clear
And i, found a love, that i long to see
And people, who be, who they want
Who they want to beeee, yea!
Iiiiiiii...

[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)

[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

Chorus

Bout, bout bout, bout bout, bout bout
Bout, bout bout, bout bout, bout bout bout(2x)

[e-40]
Me and my guys be lurking the streets plottin upside down smiling
Bummin no matter skully, hoods, bandannas, bullets
Stocking caps ski masks, loced out murder one classes
Those new wallabe's, hocked up, chuck taylors
Permanent creased five-oh-one jeans
Throw away his real ooze machines, chinese ak zooms, razorblades,
Jerry curls, fingerwaves, and french braids
Labeled him sinner look out for that motherfucker he might rob ya
Niggas come tatted up head in a body slang

[big bonna]
Well it's your nigga big bonna niggaz be creepin up on ya
Goin for the jugular, niggaz trying to slug ya
Catch a nigga doing all kinds of nasty things
Ohh what i feel is mayhem brings
You see us on the block we doing are thuggin, the gottie
Got the whole town wonderin who the fuck shot him
Lookin for the body, tell me what they found,
His head in richmond the rest in the v-town

[a-1]
Thinking about the set up, trying to get my red up
Bout my cock this tech nine and get you wet up blue
So what the fuck they want to do,
Seem like we got the vas of these niggas
Caught cash and thought we was through
So fuck this old bat shit, i'll get the gat bitch
And probably blow your brains out
Looking to get my cap fit,
Thinking they all acted up and while i'm at yo ass
I'll probably put these fuckin slugs in yo ass

Chorus: [e-40 and big bonna] - repeat 2x

[e] causing havoc's, sparkin up chaos, bringing the ruckus
Heavy metal heaters, mobbin under bucks
[b] if you can't beat us, then join us
[e] get on the team
Street sweepers, grenades, rifles, and m-1-sixteens

[e-40]
It's a cold piece of work out this way
Cause the way niggas are in the baby plan ain't too safe
Niggas will run up in yo car and try to take your face
Move up out the plan so i trust no one take nothing for granted
{?} expanded double 0 chill hillside hillbilly like jed clampett
Dammit, us niggaz is deep and new improved like techs
Found out where he slept and laid his wave cap
Tycoon decisions, it's really too bad
That those piatchess found our bills
Sit up at the roundtable and discuss
Jurisdictional boundaries and territory issues

[a-1]
By any means necessary, so in your chest i bury two buck shots
So who got six niggaz next to carry
Off these wanna be's, niggas they gonna see
And if you motherfuckers want some, then 'tach on to me

[big bonna]
You see these niggas can't flip doing things that sick (like what)
Cut off your damn dick, make you eat your own shit
But i love a little mayhem fuck it, we can do it
Don't let me get off that masso candy and some fluid

Chorus

[e-40]
Uh uh - a element of surprise, gettin my gig on
Split yo house in half, with a dreadlock wig on
When you do ya hot ones, shoot low
Cause it's a reflection programmed in the rolls
Til automatics hit the floor
Dump, bust, blast, barefaces
Strike, dip, mash - like a mental patiet
Run, quick, fast, and in a hurry (biaatch)
Don't worry forty vision ain't blurry

[a-1]
It's like military issues, make you wish you never got in
Cause now i'm stalkin niggaz like a bitch do
Can only ride so long with that fake shit i take shit
To the limit with no gimmick in ninety-eight bitch
So fuck what you say, and fuck what you play
I down it straight and can't wait to hear what you bitch niggas gotta say
If i can't keep it real you can kill me so feel me cause
I bring things to the game for my scuzzie

[big bonna]
We'll kick a niggas door in, hit and lick you brags
Now you ridding in a fan, pulled tight and gag
Then they pullin up out the glad bags, the hefty type
(but you niggaz ain't got no kind of idea what a chopped up body looks like)
Then them niggaz start to pull down your levis
And bust you in the head with ruger p 85's
Call a mortician, call mark class
Somebody in this motherfucker bout to come up missin, best believe

(chorus)2x

Bout, bout bout, bout bout, bout bout
Bout, bout bout, bout bout, bout bout bout 2x

Ooohhh... (to da beat!)
Oooh ooh! (to da beat!)

Wake dey ass up, check it
Beaotch! ooh! (to da beat!)

[every two lines end with 'to da beat!']

She hit me on my locker, i was off that tropicana
Orange juice and absolut vodka
Smokin on a beadie, chasin it with a fat strike in my
Fresh off the showroom flexin 32-valve northstar caddy
Gettin it cricket, slangin em sideways, walkin up the streets
Residuals, re-enactments, constantly repeatedly burnin vogues
Flamboastin, high-sidin, turnin heads, rewindin!
Ain't had the car but two weeks and already need a wheel alignment!
See us bay negroes is nigger-ain't-give-a-fuck
Flip a spankin new vehicle, tear it up
We play mind games with tizzy airhead ass hoes, make em
Buy us things like diamond ear-rhings and clothes, a, uhh
P, i-m-p, come v-i inch up bitch and pay me
Hoe, ahh pay me n-uh-no attention
These are the things that you need to know
But just remember charlie hustle always told you so, it's to da beat y'all

Chorus:

And it don't stop, a to da beat y'all
And it won't quit, a to da beat y'all
And it don't stop, a to da beat y'all
And it won't quit, cranks out da beat y'all
Voice boisterous, make the shit throb, a to da beat y'all
Deep voice boisterous, make the shit throb, right to da beat y'all
Deep voice boisterous, make the shit throb, a to da beat y'all
Now do it up and say whassup off-i-sah-ha (to da beat!)

[e-40]
Ah-cho-ah-chokin on some burner, in my little deuce, white interior
Smoke grey exterior, convertible ragtop hummer (to da beat!)
Little homey ain't but sixteen years and a millionaire
Sittin on somethin clever talkin about, "40 water can you help me out?
Can you give me some kind of advice,
Cause i ain't tryin to be up in this bitch forever?" (to da beat!)
Told all my motherfuckers to try to wash they monies
And make some kind of good out of bad, buy you a couple of fixer-uppers
Shit it ain't gotta be no brand new caddy (to da beat!)
Use da dope game as a stepping stone, let your little sister run it
Turn one of the fixer-uppers into a care home, i'da done it (to da beat!)
Where i'm from, vallejo california born and raised in crew
We got the highest paid police force, look what they do (to da beat!)
Too busy tryin to scrutinize and slander me
As much as i done did for the community (to da beat!)
Do me a favor why don't you go out of state and go visit
Some of your family members down south and mention vallejo
And i bet the first thing that come up out their mouth
Is earl stevens and denell, bump this shit til your tape break
And youse a bitch if you didn't buy my last tape, beottch!!!!
To da beat y'all

Chorus

[e-40]
S-ah-sinister shit, for you to ride to, you got your clip?
Uh-huh, a-ight, then let me guide you (to da beat!) into my world
Straight up, this ain't no circus, playboys and girls
Listen up, we's bout to get on turbans (to da beat!) boom boom!
Woofers in the back boom boom! niggaz and bitches talkin bout
"did you hear that nigga 40 water new shit?
That nigga got the slack!" (to da beat!)
You can pat that nigga down with a metal detector
And still not have a clue
Fools be slidin up in parties on crutches
Limpin, with a derringer in his shoe (to da beat!)
Fuck a cuban cigar, give me a black n mild
Then watch me tear up a brand new hundred dollar bill
And throw it in the crowd (to da beat!)
I don't need no iron, i'm already crisp -- whatchu got whatchu got
Whatchu got -- i don't need no money, i got mouthpiece (to da beat!)
Closed mouthtank get fed, dude what you talkin here, what
All of a sudden you got amnesia nigga
I know you didn't forget who buttered your bread (to da beat!)
Old money but new game playboy and it ain't recycled
I ain't to be toyed with, so don't call me tyko

Chorus

[e-40 having a playalistic converstaion]
Hoppin over barbed wire fences nigga
Had this one broad right, she was so damn sprung
She used to hold my motherfuckin.. motherfuckin sac nigga!
Thought you though, nigga
And a motherfuckin.. v.h.s., uhh motherfuckin cannister
Nigga, yeah ay, i promise you nigga this game been so damn good
(said this rap game's been good to me)
Hard times
(but i don't know how long that's gonna be..)

*chorus: repeat 2x*
Hope i don't go back to slangin ya-yo
Slangin llello, to get my maillll

Verse one: e-40

Been a hustler since birth, mama sellin dinners for the church
Red-handed, caught me stealin money out her purse
Got branded, permanent whip scars on my back
Cause i used to get beat, with racing car tracks
But now me got wealth, holdin a conference call on my
Hands free car telephone lookin like i'm talkin to myself
Shootin the breeze cuttin it up real smooth like
Choppin it up like true business men
Talkin about it, by the way
B - what we doin' this week on soundscan?
If i ain't in japan, i'm in the valley
Or maybe next door in gary payton bowling alley
Or maybe at the shootin range, me and banks
Or on the golf course, with merton hanks
Or we lay in the sun, give me my propers
With a beat that's out of this world, lookin down on doctors
Sippin on port, watchin my kids play basketball
In the backyard on a 40 by 63 foot long sports court

*chorus*

Verse two: e-40

Business spot up in the wilderness, coyotes and wild boars
Dupont registry aluminum pool table made strictly for outdoors
Twenty inch gold super bravos on my ? everybody ain't able
To be blessed with success with an independent-ass record label
Check it out, marbles, i got the game from my uncle saint char-les
Used to bank across the street at wells fargo
But now it's merrill lynch
And just think, i used to sit the bench
I remember gettin chased by the cops, had to get my stomach pumped
Full of a quarter ounce of rocks, late afternoon
Po-po waitin for me outside of vallejo kaiser permanente
Emergency room with glocks, ready to rodney king me to death
Somehow i managed to make my escape through
The back of the cafeteria by the vending machine department quickly
Found myself runnin through the friendship apartment complex
Over there by the railroad tracks, around the corner from the
People's continuation high school
Somewhere off in lofas, behind je-nai's liquor ooh

*chorus*

Verse three: e-40

Get my mail, check it out, dope game ain't goin
Now it seems the, white-collared crimes, are hookin up phones
"charlie hustle, i got a few mathmatics
I'm doing a compilation, should i go with phunky phat graph-x?
I tell them, "hell yeah that's a done deal, dude them be off the hinges
Dude them did my cover and my bus benches"
Game warrior invested, worldwide sick-wid-it shit, independent chips
Beyoooooooootch!

Ay see ay, i'ma tell you nigga
That's the thing about this whole thing that jump off
It's a fool cause a muh'fucka take his bloody money right
Until he sit up there and he look and he say
"hold on man, hold on man"
A muh'fucka, yknowmsayin?
You can either be at this shit
Or you can be gone with this shit
And you look at it and then he say, "man hold on
Let me translate this shit - let me translate into some marbles
Let me liquidate my motherfuckin revenelles"
You understand what i'm sayin? 40-water now, you understand?
Ay, ay, but look, check this out
I'm here to sprinkle motherfuckers, lace they tennis shoes
Teach them about the motherfuckin game-orienfested situations
That goes down in the motherfuckin motherfuckin soils weepolations
I ain't bullshittin niggaz!

[overlaps chorus]
.. i don't bullshit!
I ain't bullshittin nigga!

*chorus*

[singer] there's too many jealous brothers in this game
I can't stany the same... i gotta get mine

*chorus*

[singer] get my money on..
Don't wanna go, don't wanna go, don't wanna go
Don't wanna go back - back to the game, heyyyy

[e-40] to get your mail, beyoooooootch!

intro: e-40

I pledge allegiance to the ghetto, uh
I pledge allegiance to the game, uh
I pledge allegiance to the money and the cars
And the pussy and the bitches and the fame, uh
*repeat*

(beeyatch!!!!)

Chorus:

To all my, to all my hoodlums and my thugz with their mugs on
Up in the ghetto and the hood with the platex rubber gloves on
In the kitchen cookin chicken, diamonds, hop and gab
Droppin off packages and grindin outta taxicabs
Throw it up, throw it up, throw it up ugh
Throw it up nigga, throw it up, throw it up
Throw it up, throw it up, throw it up (nigga)
Throw it up nigga, throw it up, throw it up

[wc]
Fuck talkin, i'm chalkin niggas, best ta get ta walkin
It's the shadiest, charlie hustle and my nigga the chickenhawk in on
That 'throw it up throw it up' dip, as i dips, skip with the euro clip
Hangin for chips on 100-spoke whips
All i know is pussy, money and color bandanas
And tryin to get my kids some more chickens than colonel sanders
Play us by the trigger so i'ma live by the trigger
And rivals, seven bitches for all my hoodlum and thug niggas

[e-40]
???? ???? regulations in the game, never snitch, never sang soprano
Wild gravy, bustin kilo grams, goin platinum, door and panel
Never dustin up, never crackin under pressure
Seems to me i do my time and i get out whenever, early
People say i smell like glocks, what kind of ?car? you got?
I tell em "brooklyn cotch"
Johnnie walker, snapple lemon-squeezed and scotch is what
I drink a nigga up under the table
While all you powder puff niggas take all my votes

Chorus:

To all my hoodlums and my thugz with their mugs on
Up in the ghetto and the hood with the platex rubber gloves on
In the kitchen cookin chicken, diamonds, hop and gab
Droppin off packages and grindin outta taxicabs
Throw it up, throw it up, throw it up ugh
Throw it up nigga, throw it up, throw it up
Throw it up, throw it up, throw it up (nigga)
Throw it up nigga, throw it up, throw it up

[mack 10]
Well it's that old inglewood gangbang, hustlin ass nigga
That dope game, flossin ho, bustin ass nigga
Still grindin while rhymin now up to seven figures
Low-down, duct tapin, 2-11 lick hitter
Hoo bangin' sendin birds outta town on the bus
If ya in to sellin crack, nigga fuck with us
I got cars and a mansion with wine in the cellar
And a bitch on my team that'll kill when i tell her

[e-40]
Back with ninjas so ya know
I do this for folsom and ?susanville?, fo' sho'
My niggas in quentin and vacaville, before i
From chino to tracey to hatchedby to rikers island
Pelican bay solid, dat long park and terminal island
Keep on smilin, dialin and callin collect
Cos you're my focus, you know i'm accept
A za-, a zap board, deuce amps
Shoot dice with, to all my stamps (beeyatch!!!!)

Chorus

[wc]
Could it be me, or was it this chronic or bombay
That got me puttin it down for all my hoodlums around the way
Lex spares, money dippin, bullet-proof vests and sack warriors
All my street niggas, east to the west to the souths, i can't hearin ya

[mack 10]
If it ain't charlie hustle, it's that nigga mack manson
While the g homies boogie, we keep they hoes dancin
And we stay lexed up wit the parlay features
Sportin beamed-up chucks wit the flamed-up creases

[e-40]
I represent the flat lands, the alley ways, the moms and pops
The chinese, the ak, the fiend, the rocks
The liquor store on every corner, the laundromat
The quick-to-run-up-on-the-nigga, to peel my cap

Chorus

Outro: e-40

A dollar bill y'all, a dollar bill y'all
A getcha, a getcha, a getcha scrill y'all
A dollar bill y'all, a dollar bill y'all
A getcha, a getcha, a getcha scrill y'all
A getcha scrill y'all, a dollar bill y'all
A dollar, a dollar, a dollar bill y'all
A dollar bill y'all, a dollar bill y'all
A dollar, a dollar, a getcha scrill y'all
Beeyatch!!!

Beeyatch!!!!!!!!!!

[e-40]
Testin testin
It's game orienfested, size six-ex vested
K-cizee.. jojo... that boy too sheezee, todd shaw
And earl stevens, a.k.a. charlie hustle
Hey todd, you on? (am i on?)

*k-ci and jojo singing*

[too $hort]
The foundation was laid several years ago
I built a whole empire in your stereo
Got a four leaf clover representin the bay
Oakland, frisco, vallejo, and epa
We keep the shit together, let's keep it that way
From sacramento all the way to san jose
We in a new era, for ten years you made hits
So what's up e-feezi? (we still the shit) beotch!

[e-40]
How you think i got this pot belly, overnight?
Shet a nig-ga was hongry, i had an appetite
Just like a lie to my people that's caught up in the struggle
Motherfuckers tryin to bubble, niggaz tired of slangin
Barney rubble, gettin in trouble and fuckin up
Parole got me makin my kids piss in a cup
It's cold, that's why i got a few bucks, i put up
From sellin greens, investing in some vending machines
From the ground up

Chorus: k-ci and jojo

We started, with nothing
From nothing, we made something
Nobody really gave a damn about us
From the bottom, we started
We started, with nothing
From nothing, we made something
Nobody really gave a damn about us
From the ground on up!

[e-40]
From the ground up, here go some details
This verse right here was made, said strictly for the females
Don't y'all know it's time for y'all to blow up, like napalm
Instead of sellin tupperware, and avon
Get your business license, go on and put the peas in the pot
Tell your baby to get your baby daddy to buy you a nail shop
Or a beauty saloon, since he come to be the biggest tycoon
With methamphetamine laughs and heroin balloons

[too $hort]
Six po-lice pulled me over laid a nigga on the ground
Searched my car real good i know you know what they found
I had the trunk, full of that junk
X-rated lyrics, laced with the funk
No doubt, i was just about to flood the streets
Big boxes full of tapes with them dopefiend beats
Two white boy groupies, mad as hell
Black men makin mail, couldn't take him to jail

Chorus

[too $hort]
I spent sixteen hundred makin born to mack
Used my niggaz gold ropes and his cadillac
I was broke to start with, didn't give a fuck
Couldn't tell me short dawg wasn't comin up
When motherfuckers roll by bumpin your stuff
It makes you feel good, like when you bust a nut
Now i'm a millionaire, and can't get enough
Forty tell em how it is (way too tough short dawg)

[e-40]
When i first started rappin motherfuckers would cap!
"that nigga fake he sound like woody pecker on crack (ha ha ha ha ha)"
Niggaz would laugh and say i rap too fast way back then
But now i be catchin all kind of motherfuckers
Tryin to sneak my little old style in
And that's a compliment, cause i ain't trippin on the money
(what about the money what about the money)
Ask me, sheeit, i think there's enough money up in this bitch
For all of us, we can sasquatch pimp the system without a doubt
All we gotta be is bout our paper route

Chorus

[e-40]
That's real, too sheezee, ant banks, forty fonzarelli
K-ci and my nigga jojo we all come from the ground up
Beaooottch!

[k-ci and jojo]
Right from the bottom to the top
From the ground up we never stop
Right from the bottom to the top
We never stop
(repeat 2x)

Never stop, no we will never stop baby
We will never stop, we will, we will never stop
We will never stop!
From the ground up, from the ground up
From the ground up, nooo
From the grouuuuund up, from the ground up
From the bottom to the top baby
Baby baby baby baby...