Personal lyrics

Artist  : E-40 
Song : Personal



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[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 ect.
9-4-5-9-1"
Damn, sh*t what the f**k is goin` on around here
Dude `nem got some paper work out on you
They talkin` about makin` your as* disappear
Not like that, not my sa-hid-nab
They way to sharp
Guess again, you know your so-called homie
Your best friend
[D-Shot]
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 as* in the air just like a bit*h
Now whats the definition of bit*h
A punk as* bit*h that sit down when he piss
(Chorus) [Levitti]
(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)
[Levitti]
All this sh*t 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
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
[Suga T]
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)
(Chorus)
[The Mossie]
(Kaveo):
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 f**k, 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
(Young Mugzy):
You den f**ked around with some riders
Hill Siders, rippin` on chests and guts
Oh how you f**k around with the quietest nigga
and he went nuts
See I den f**ked 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 f**k about you intended cops,
that`s what my daddy told me
I put that on my only son, my other seeds
You f**k with me I gone make your body bleed
(Tap Dat Ass)
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 as* like the task
Get the jewels and the cash and send they as*
first class
To a six foot ditch
We trippin off that bit*h
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,
bit*h!!!
(Chorus)