[Intro Sample]
I guess it must be so hard, that once you're hooked on heroin, or alcohol, uh, unless you're an incredibly powerful person with a great desire to stop it, even if you have the best rehab people in the world, it's very hard to get off
[Chorus: Turf Talk & (E-40)]
A dope fiend might be your momma
And you can get knocked off for a couple of dollars
(Let me paint the picture)
The nigga you grew up with might shoot at ya
Hot bullets, nigga, we ain't throwing food at ya
That nigga got a Benz and a Bentley thang
And he don't play sports, he sell cocaine
(Let me paint the picture)
Nigga kill a cop, get a hundred years
Cop kill a nigga, don't nobody care
[Verse 1: E-40]
Ugh, pissy sidewalks and hallways
White chalk, candlelights, and bouquets
Crime scene, shell casings from the AK's
Donations, send the victim off the right way
And for revenge, worldwide they spending thousands
Gotta be careful at these halfway houses
It's sick out here, patience
Double deuce thirds, and 5.56 casings
The neighbors ain't tellin' shit (Tellin' shit)
They mouthpiece is celibate (Celibate)
I don't condone the violence, turn the other cheek (Cheek)
Hard to deal with when your loved one's deceased (Deceased)
The funk'll never end
When I'm done with rap I might become a reverend (A reverend?)
'Cause I been spittin' scriptures (Spittin' scriptures)
Let me paint the picture!
I guess it must be so hard, that once you're hooked on heroin, or alcohol, uh, unless you're an incredibly powerful person with a great desire to stop it, even if you have the best rehab people in the world, it's very hard to get off
[Chorus: Turf Talk & (E-40)]
A dope fiend might be your momma
And you can get knocked off for a couple of dollars
(Let me paint the picture)
The nigga you grew up with might shoot at ya
Hot bullets, nigga, we ain't throwing food at ya
That nigga got a Benz and a Bentley thang
And he don't play sports, he sell cocaine
(Let me paint the picture)
Nigga kill a cop, get a hundred years
Cop kill a nigga, don't nobody care
[Verse 1: E-40]
Ugh, pissy sidewalks and hallways
White chalk, candlelights, and bouquets
Crime scene, shell casings from the AK's
Donations, send the victim off the right way
And for revenge, worldwide they spending thousands
Gotta be careful at these halfway houses
It's sick out here, patience
Double deuce thirds, and 5.56 casings
The neighbors ain't tellin' shit (Tellin' shit)
They mouthpiece is celibate (Celibate)
I don't condone the violence, turn the other cheek (Cheek)
Hard to deal with when your loved one's deceased (Deceased)
The funk'll never end
When I'm done with rap I might become a reverend (A reverend?)
'Cause I been spittin' scriptures (Spittin' scriptures)
Let me paint the picture!
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