Krayzie Bone - We Starvin' Lyrics
(feat. E-40, Gangsta Boo)[E-40]Krayzie Bone, E Feezie FonzareezieAnd Gangsta Boo, what[Krayzie Bone & Gangsta Boo]It's the endin' of the worldAnd still niggas ain't got no satisfaction(We can't get no)It's the endin' of the worldAnd still niggas ain't got no satisfaction(Satisfaction)It's the endin' of the worldAnd still niggas ain't got no satisfaction(We can't get no)It's the endin' of the worldMother*****ers ain't got no satisfaction[Chorus: Krayzie Bone & Gangsta Boo]We starvin' as we chase the paperAin't just a man, nigga, man, niggas hate 'cha***** 'em, get 'cha guns, get 'cha cheeseWe got, just a little time left (little time left)If I'm not mistaken the year is '99But we don't really know when we 'gone dieBut shit, most niggas don't know how they still aliveOn this, unmerciful wicked planetIf you can't pay for ya life, ya gonna vanish (vanish)[E-40]You're lookin' at livin' proofRenovated, condemned, duplex, pots and pans, leaks in the roofDirty dishes, no dishwashing soap, no medical coverageBad case of strep throatMama's think she got arthiritisMy neighbor caught hepatitis from a simple yawnThey say it's airborneWe ain't got no street lights they all brokenJust take a trip through Vallejo, Richmond, and OaklandEveryday it's a funeralHe was my numeral uno, but I can't bring him backAll I know is he was stressin', takin' anti-depressantsThey found him dead in the trunk of his CadillacAnd I'm so thralled all I can think about is revengeAlways check up, always pullin' licks, doin' dirty works for dividendsHe took the bullet for meI'm the one that really robbed the placeThough I've been tryna to paper chase[Chorus][Gansgta Boo]I done grew up in the game babyAin't nothin' changed, little money, little fame babyI'm still the same babyLady gotta make it, I can't be takin' no lossesI'm the bomb at the partyAlways askin' "Where are the dollars?"Now Iknow you hate meCause I hooked up with Krayzie, babyI'm with whatever they pay meGangsta Boo be with it, be winnin', so what the *****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 overCall in the soldiersGonna be ready to bomb back on 'em, know yaEnemies position at all timesWhere they at, and how much power they holdAnd how many soldiers they got down to rollBut in the meantime,You make your money, even if you strike it richYou better hustle like you hungry for ya paper, paper, paperThese days only ways that pays can save youLivin' your life is like a task if you ain't got the cashNigga mad at the world, as I put my mask over my faceAnd grabbed the magnum pistol, with the stash in the bagI'm doin' a pop pop, so drop and take it as a loss, and chalk itNow you can take your life and keep on walkin' (just keep on walkin)Or be killed for tryna deny me a mealI do what I gotta do, let's keep it realFor niggas in the hood up on the the blockLet 'em know they understoodBuckin' shots, nigga we livin' raw mentality warSo paranoia got me sleepin' on the floor, watchin' the doorThis no win situation of tryin' to stay alive until we dieAnd anyway you go we won't make itNo way, to shake, fake itBetter take advantage of ya life while you canGet rich, kick back, relax, spend ya moneyI'm all about paper, sorry no party tonightThe year is 1999 last year to get your money, right[Chorus][E-40]That's realYa undersmell meSuckers do what they canPlayers do what they want, dig it?Charlie Hustle everytime up in your talkYeah face itKrayzie Bone, Gangsta Boo*****in' they nose like thisThat's how we *****in' they nose upDig 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 youChest high-up in the mobbers, nigga
