We Starvin' Lyrics - Gangsta Boo

(feat. E-40 & Gangsta Boo) 

[E-40] 

Krayzie Bone, E Feezie Fonzareezie 

And Gangsta Boo, what 

[Krayzie Bone & Gangsta Boo] 

It's the endin' of the world 

And still niggas ain't got no satisfaction 

(We can't get no) 

It's the endin' of the world 

And still niggas ain't got no satisfaction 

(Satisfaction) 

It's the endin' of the world 

And still niggas ain't got no satisfaction 

(We can't get no) 

It's the endin' of the world 

Motherfuckers ain't got no satisfaction 

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(Chorus: Krayzie Bone & Gangsta Boo) 

We starvin' as we chase the paper 

Ain't just a man, nigga, man, niggas hate 'cha 

Fuck 'em, get 'cha guns, get 'cha cheese 

We got, just a little time left (little time left) 

If I'm not mistaken the year is '99 

But we don't really know when we 'gone die 

But shit, most niggas don't know how they still alive 

On this, unmerciful wicked planet 

If you can't pay for ya life, ya gonna vanish (vanish) 

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[E-40] 

You're lookin' at livin' proof 

Renovated, condemned, duplex, pots and pans, leaks in the roof 

Dirty dishes, no dishwashing soap, no medical coverage 

Bad case of strep throat 

Mama's think she got arthiritis 

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 through Vallejo, Richmond, and Oakland 

Everyday it's a funeral 

He was my numeral uno, but I can't bring him back 

All I know is he was stressin', takin' anti-depressants 

They found him dead in the trunk of his Cadillac 

And I'm so thralled all I can think about is revenge 

Always check up, always pullin' licks, doin' dirty works for dividends 

He took the bullet for me 

I'm the one that really robbed the place 

Though I've been tryna to paper chase 

Chorus 

[Gansgta Boo] 

I done grew up in the game baby 

Ain't nothin' changed, little money, little fame baby 

I'm still the same baby 

Lady gotta make it, I can't be takin' no losses 

I'm the bomb at the party 

Always askin' "Where are the dollars?" 

Now Iknow you hate me 

Cause I hooked up with Krayzie, baby 

I'm with whatever they pay me 

Gangsta Boo be with it, be winnin', so what the fuck 

I'll see you at the end of the year, so good luck 

Chorus 

[Krayzie Bone] 

I made it, and I know it's almost over 

Call in the soldiers 

Gonna be ready to bomb back on 'em, know ya 

Enemies position at all times 

Where they at, and how much power they hold 

And how many soldiers they got down to roll 

But in the meantime, 

You make your money, even if you strike it rich 

You better hustle like you hungry for ya paper, paper, paper 

These days only ways that pays can save you 

Livin' your life is like a task if you ain't got the cash 

Nigga mad at the world, as I put my mask over my face 

And 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 tryna deny me a meal 

I do what I gotta do, let's keep it real 

For niggas in the hood up on the the block 

Let 'em know they understood 

Buckin' shots, nigga we 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, fake it 

Better take advantage of ya life while you can 

Get rich, kick back, relax, spend ya money 

I'm all about paper, sorry no party tonight 

The year is 1999 last year to get your money, right 

Chorus 

[E-40] 

That's real 

Ya undersmell me 

Suckers do what they can 

Players do what they want, dig it? 

Charlie Hustle everytime up in your talk 

Yeah face it 

Krayzie Bone, Gangsta Boo 

Fuckin' they nose like this 

That's how we fuckin' they nose up 

Dig it nigga? 

Yeah, paper chase nigga, paper route (paper route) 

You undersmell me? We starvin' 

You undersmell me nigga? 

Don't let the mobbers control you 

Chest high-up in the mobbers, nigga