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e-40 - 43 lyrics

[verse 1: e-40]
i duck behind the pills and the liquor, hide behind the broccoli
i feel like can’t n0body stop me
from a little young mustache, h-lla curious and nosy
to a big ol’ ballin’ -ss n-gga, e’rybody know me
i’m up all night like a trucker, ready to pluck a sucka
tryna short stop sales, i’ma send his -ss to h-ll
with these 7-6-2 sh-lls, double deuce three nails
in front of every-f-ckin’-body in about e’ry n-gga yard
they gon’ be sleepin’ with the snails, the worms to be precise
i be f-ckin’ with the scales, i got the lowest price
put a few fugazi or a vagabond on ice, if i must
let me tell it (let me tell it), ain’t no such thing as trust (biatch!)
don’t think think that i won’t bust (bust) a n-gga head to the tender fat
split his kool-aid pack, push his helmet back
i get the playa joog when i cop my powder, pennies on the dollar
i’ve been knowing my plug forever, my n-gga, ain’t one deal went sour
i’m in the hood like a motor, the neighborhood mechanic houses
is where i keep my yola, same soup just warmed over
dumbin’ out with my toaster, microwave or roast ya
i’m out here with these spiders, tarantulas and roaches

[chorus: b-legit & e-40]
i breaks it back off a ki, mix some soda with this a-1 d
i ziplock and flip flop, 43
i ziplock and flip flop, 43
i ziplock and flip flop, 43
i breaks it back off a ki, mix some soda with this a-1 d
i ziplock and flip flop, 43
i ziplock and flip flop, 43
i ziplock and flip flop, 43

[verse 2: b-legit]
i originate for rates n-ggas bake their dope
get rich and pitch sh-t straight up off the porch
i keep a banger in the pea coat, a stack of c-notes
lil n-ggas on the lookout, that’s child support
keep my dope at ms. king’s, right across from the store
see, her husband is a c.o. and already know
got a cold little habit, young b-tch 24
sniff sniff blow, an sip sip bo
a pro at gettin’ dough, see the money love b-la
got at least a fever every time a n-gga see her
and i don’t play either, i play with millimeters
modern day heaters, call em block squeezers
i beat the block down, h-lla rounds and ball bats
white range rover supercharged an all that
you ain’t with the sh-t, then n-gga, you fall back
or come to the spot, see what i call crack

[verse 3: e-40 & b-legit]
one of my revelers was askin’ me h-lla questions (darn it)
i said, ‘what is you a ci, a confidential informant?’
meet me at 7-11, act like you’re finna buy some medicine
and i’ll be posted up in the parking lot with the engine revvin’
and if the popos get on my ankles like a shoe (like a shoe)
then i ain’t gon’ have no other choice but to blame you (blame you)
flame you, bang you, let the thang do what the thang do
aim two, hit your frame in your brain, too
i break backs off of soft packs, turn ’em hard
get it in with the mexican, walk the yard
and in the end when my next of kin pull your card
have your whole wind taken, n-gga, free of charge

- e 40 lyrics

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