Back Against The Wall Lyrics - E-40

[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 pee-stained 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-plants turn into hard solidses 

Thirty-eight snub nosed pistol grip lay nijjas on they wallets 

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 

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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 

Photos 

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