Personal Lyrics - 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 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 

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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 

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 

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 

Photos 

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 

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) 

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 

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 

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 

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 

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