E-40 - Back Against The Wall Lyrics
[e-40]Tryin to make it..Its been a long roadSic-wid-it records[master p & e-40]Unnnnnnnnnggggghhhhh! (cmon, ooh)Yall feel that? (I feel it playboy, I smell you)Its real out here 40 (its real pee!)[e-40]Im out here in the slums where thugs be usin, ghetto tacticsLike, choppin up candy canesSittin on top of a dried up jcpenney day mattressWhatever it takes to survive, see thats what I supplyLike slippin and slidin in the grocery storeAnd settling out of courtSoft white coke a black turn into hard solidsesThirty-eight snub nosed pistol grip lay nijjas on they wah-wahThe saga continues, the struggles just beginninAnd its hard to look up to snotty folks, cause they be sinninpac gone, biggie gone, seagram gone -- and we also lost eazy-eOne of the first gangster rappers of all timeTo the most vicious and deadliest disease in history since cancerTo acquired immune deficiency syndrome, tombstoneFrom the graveyard shift, rbls mister cOne love, to rappin ron and plann bVictims of the trigger (unnngggggggghhhhhh)Po out a little liquorChorus: repeat 2xIts not the same, this world is crazyWe out here goin through it allEverything must change, its gettin shadyGot our backs against the wall[master p]Unggggggggghhhhhhh, I shed tears for pain 40, some for angerSeen bloodshed by crooked cops, and gangbangersFeel my pain (unnnggghhh) only timell change itAnd fast money, cars, and *****es got me trapped in this gameAnd my lil homies ballin, picture me fallinAnd momma in the funeral screamin and crawlinIs there a heaven or hell?To ghetto kids in the anky only time will tellAnd jealousy, and envy, come with moneyWhile crooked, politicians, run the countryAnd its a, damn shame to see my, weeples vanishNow they teach us ebonics, what about english and spanishI couldnt, live my life behind bars and gatesWhile the government play a game called process to eliminateChorus[e-40]Case #246, shootin in an inhabited areaThey was steady complainin about the dope sellinBut they aint never been evicted, or convictedThey aint never been subpeonaed to court, or arrestedShackled like an animal for pushin rocksDang near choked to death by motorcycle copsPepper sprayed and laughed at like that shit was funnyPregnant breezy threw down on her tummyDo you ever think Ill ever be able to getA chance to repent and ask the lord for forgivenessBefore he close the casket, will my son end up growin upWithout a father will he end up bein a bastard?A bastard -- thats a good question (unggggggggghhhh!)I dont know, I dont knowChorus
