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e-40 & b-legit - barbershop lyrics

[verse 1: e-40]
it’s hard for me to go soft
back me up in a corner and i’ma get off
get you gone if you double cross
n-ggas jealous ‘cause i’m saucy like spaghetti sauce
or should i say lemon caper, diamonds giggin’ like a drum major
i go this little b-tch, i be milkin’ the b-tch for all her paper
thick like cake mix, all the ballers wanna pay her, save her
charlie check a chick is what they call me, not a caped crusader
i’m plugged in, i know everything, keep my ear to the gravel
i know these streets like my m-th-f-ckin’ shadow
under certain circ-mstances, it’s manda-, stay with a stapler
you never know who a hater ‘cause ain’t no congratulators
where i’m from, gotta be a quick decision-maker
in the slum, put holes in your car like a cheese grater
as of lately, it’s crazy, it’s been a spark up in crime
the murder rate inflate in the heat of the summertime

[chorus: stresmatic + (e-40)]
what’s-his-name told, ol’ boy got popped (popped)
they stripped some n-gga last night at the spot (spot)
potna went down, now everybody hot
that’s what i heard at the barbershop
what’s-his-name told, ol’ boy got popped (popped)
they stripped some n-gga last night at the spot (shot)
potna went down, now everybody hot (what you heard?)
that’s what i heard at the barbershop (the barbershop)

[verse 2: b-legit]
i’ll get to knockin’ like a rock band
heavy metal sh-t, drumsticks in n-ggas’ hands
they say he ran off with half a man
and they don’t want him dead, just to understand
you keep playing with this bay sh-t
where n-ggas see the plan, don’t say sh-t
go the wrong day to get your taper fixed
could put you in the mix over paper quick
yeah, in the chair, you gon’ hear the drama
side b-tch and her mama jumped the baby mama
she was being messy all in the comments
talking ‘bout, “excuse me, he left his condoms”
man, these b-tches ain’t playing fair
that told the welfare she be doing hair
be havin’ h-lla n-ggas in and outta there
and they be smokin’ with the kids, they ain’t even player

[chorus: stresmatic + (e-40)]
what’s-his-name told, ol’ boy got popped (popped)
they stripped some n-gga last night at the spot (shot)
potna went down, now everybody hot
that’s what i heard at the barbershop
what’s-his-name told, ol’ boy got popped (popped)
they stripped some n-gga last night at the spot (shot)
potna went down, now everybody hot (what you heard?)
that’s what i heard at the barbershop (ugh!)

[verse 3: e-40 + b-legit]
goons, goons
pistols be poppin’ just like balloons, balloons
n-ggas be dropped in emergency rooms, rooms
the smirkish be plottin’ on the tycoons, tycoons
they’ll kick in your door in the afternoon, the noon
be strapped with mini-macs
see me, mama snaps, already know where them pennies at
real life hittas don’t come in a beanie cap
they do it bare-faced off powder and henny yak
n-ggas gon’ give him that, run him and sh-t
you either take the l or get shot in your lip
suckas lay low but a boss’ll flip
put a hundred on the lamb’, 50 more on the wrist
the n-ggas is p-ssed; if they move, it’s fonk
them boys got them problems n-ggas really don’t want
flexin’ in the thang, park it right out front
be the talk in barbershop for the next three months (biatch!)

- e 40 b legit lyrics

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