$999,999 + $1 = A Mealticket - E-40

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(E-40) Huh? Want me to speak the real?
(Kaveo) Speak the real man (E-40) Nigga
speak the real Speak the real Speak the
real Speak the real Speak the real It's
a quarter after nine on my AM FM Radio
Shack digital motel six o?clock alarm
reads "40, get your ass up, time to hit
the grind You can't afford to pass no
money I know you heard about that" What,
what? "Task raided Millersville Ms.
Miller had a heart attack" Dude, that's
some cold shit, ain't it huh? I know,
she was a good person for certain I know
V-Town, California where I was born,
raised and grown And since 1979 I been a
hustler on the go You know the drill, my
mission for real, a mealticket You feel,
we slowly but surely approachin seven
digits Figurines, sticky doo-hicky and
angel dust Mescaline, niggas know better
than fu*kwith us I'm pimped out flossin
in Reno in the casino Big bid, fuckin
off feddie I could've put down on a crib
I does that, I do, rejuvenate, redeem
Take a lose, take a lose Don't make a
scene Nigga charge it to the triple beam
Fuck the stress I let that orange box of
baking soda do the rest Holler at my
neighborhood chef, Raul Known for
cloning chickens and turning one into
two That's what he do for a living
That's all he's used to Playtex rubber
dishwashing gloves and residue,
Biotch!!!! (Hook) (Kaveo) Bullshit ain't
nothin You see we gone keep this thuggin
and mean muggin jump until it's a done
deal You see E-40 and Sick Wid It bring
the real nothin but What if I bring this
back down? You gots to be about it or be
without it (E-40) Be about it or without
it Ay, you know what? I smell you on
that playboy, look We fin to run down a
a whole tac on these bitch ass niggaz
Niggas ain't smellin this shit We do
this shit Last night I slapped a bitch
upside her dome With my faulty phone
That heifer's tired She tried to slash
my tire Caught me in the bed with her
cousin Tanji From the track She use to
hold my sack I use to dick her down way
back in 86 She use to look just like a
skank But now that bitch got a ass,
tits, body and boy that bich is bad For
what it's worth, the pussy smelled like
Certs Victoria's Secret Now folks just
remember I never said I thought about
lickin pussy I said I never thought
about eatin Keepin it and treatin it
nice Fuck that I'm a hog I put it down,
I'm from the hood Where I live, on the
outskirts And down on the tuck in the
cut In Clemente Apartments man I'm a
baller so you know I ain't got shit in
my name I'm strictly ghetto celebrity,
niggaz get buried Ready for combat if
you plottin and plannin Oh if you come
for me and confiscate my dough Let the
buzzer be the bail But my suggestion is
to stay within your envelope I'm block
to block, swingin on vines Community
service, put up stop signs (Hook)
(Kaveo) Uhhh!!! Hold the fu*kon!! Did
you or did you not tell these niggaz to
stay within they envelope? Sheeit, these
timers are green to the game They ain't
know nothin about these tramps six
bedroom flats and gettin dealt and held
a hand across the mat You see we from
the Yay where we control they minds and
put these hoes on the grind (E-40) Ain't
got to but I still touch it Went to the
Seven Eleven picked up a traders book
and bought a bucket Use to have a perm
bigger than the Charlotte Hornets But I
had to cut that bitch off cause see your
patna had warrant That I ain't even
handled yet although I'm havin cake The
little homie from the hood want me to
put out his tape He kinda tight too,
remind me of The Click crew Cause they
was spittin that old high powered
Godzilla ballin guru ass type shit you
can relate to, wake to, 'scape to when
it's sunny Ride by, slide by, get at a
honey I know these streets like I know
my dick I can tell you who the nigga is
that's about to get jacked And the nigga
that pulled the lick I got this bitch on
lock 999,999 plus a dollar in a safe
deposit box Marijuana crops still in
this roster Kilogram, coca leaf and
morphien What about my niggas in the
4-1-5 Look what they made My niggaz in
the city T

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