E-40 - Let Him Have It Lyrics

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I never stayed my ass home i always thought that i was grown

In the traffic i was gone you see my head was made of stone

Got a problem with me? then feel free muthafucka

Don't be talkin' under yo breath

'cuz that might be the cause of your death

'cuz i'ma quick to stop a nigga in his tracks main

So let's get this shit out in the open

I used to like to go from the shoulders get 'em up one on ones

Now it's a whole different ball game niggas that carry guns

A sucka will kill you first and you will be layin' in the hurst

Takin' a deep ass sleep knowin' it wasn't worth

Provin' you wasn't a punk niggas don't want to thump

Niggas just want to funk and shot up a niggas trunk

I met a bitch last week at the orgen room

Bought her a drink and said "whats up on the telly room?"

Just then i felt some trouble kickin' in

Spotted her x-boyfriend who had just got out the pen

Muthafuckas get to baulkin' when the liquors talkin'

Drunk muthafucka step on my toe and kept on walkin'

I said "what's up with ya potna say excuse me or somethin'"

He turned around looked at me and started mean muggin'

I guess he thought he pumped fear until i said

"nigga don't you know i'll have you touchin' everything in here"

He went for his pistol and didn't know i was strapin'

Dag nab it i had to let him have it

What type of nigga did he think you was e?

I know he didn't think that you were some kind of peanut or somethin'

He must of been retarded to the fact that you get a thrill out of killin'

Now tell me somethin' why do muthafuckas wait

Till that nigga commits himself to realize

That a hillside hillbilly is the wrong type of nigga to fuck with?

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E do you feel me? yeah i feel ya sahob

Well let's take it to the next page then

Oh you mean that part about the dungeon? you know

The next morning i'm sittin' in the dungeon-wonderin'

Should i be dissed nope i did it in self defense

I wasn't twisted i hadn't even started yet

It happened to fast before someone could stop me

I wish i had some dank weed

While i wait out these 24 more hours before i plead

Freedom i'm gonna miss ya

(i wish i had some dice)

Made me some dice out of some water and toilet tissue

Now this the part that's fucked up

I walks into the dayroom manner room what the fuck

I never thought that i would straight make ah

The front page of the newspaper

Shut up a do wop shut up a do wop

Man they 'bout to send me up state ah

Talking that shit about makin' me a muthafuckin' faggot

I make a shank outta plastic and let a nigga have it

That's what's really goin' down

'cuz when a muthafuckas down for the count

You gotta be about it or be without it

'cuz what a muthafucka once told me see a mark sleep

Leave him sleep in the middle of the street

If you can't stand the heat stay up out the kitchen

Now i'm still in the county's face

Fighting this funky ass 187 case

Shoot me a kite that's a good way to mingle

I'll be in this bitch eatin' shit on the fuckin' shingle

Gettin' big as a house- bulkin' up

400 club waiting for the mercedes deep roll it up

My dream came true after almost 2 years of incareration

Now i'm out drinkin' brew havin' fun with my folks

Lovin' everybody gettin' twisted and crackin' jokes

Huggin' anybody cryin'

I missed every nigga in my click and i ain't lyin'

We bones out to a party

I'm on p-role but what can i say

I can't let 'em know i'm stuck

I roast bitches but i'm not a damn peanut

Now i'm at the party thought i wasn't

Dancin' with the dead niggas fine ass cousin

I wonder if she thinkin' my my my

The bitch been lovin' me ever since hogan high

She had some hard ass cousins that wasn't wit it

They went out they way to make sure that i didn't get it

But now tricks is for kids silly rabbit

I had to let 'em have muthafucka muthafucka

Mutha-mutha-mutha-muthafucka

Muthafucka muthafuck-muthafucka

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