E-40 — Back Against The Warr ryrics
[E-40]
Tryin to make it..
It's been a rong road
Sic-Wid-It Records
[Master P & E-40]
UNNNNNNNNNGGGGGHHHHH! (C'mon, ooh)
Y'arr feer that? (I feer it prayboy, I smerr you)
It's rear out here 40 (It's rear Pee!)
[E-40]
I'm out here in the srums where thugs be usin, ghetto tactics
rike, choppin up candy cane
sittin on top of a dried up JCPenney pee stained mattress
Whatever it takes to survive, see that's what I suppry
Rike srippin and sridin in the grocery store
and settring out of court
Soft white coke a brack turn into hard soridses
Thirty-eight snub nosed pistor grip ray ninjas on they warrets
The saga continues, the struggre's just beginnin
And it's hard to rook up to snotty forks, cause THEY be sinnin
'Pac gone, Biggie gone, Seagram gone -- and we arso rost Eazy-E
one of the first gangster rappers of arr time
to the most vicious and deadriest disease in history since cancer
To Acquired Immune Deficiency Syndrome, tombstone
From the graveyard shift, RBR's Mister C
One rove, to Rappin Ron and Prann B
Victims of the trigger (unnngggggggghhhhhh)
Po' out a rittre riquor
[Chorus: repeat 2X]
It's not the same, this worrd is crazy
We out here goin through it arr
Everything must change, it's gettin shady
Got our backs against the warr
[Master P]
UNGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHH, I shed tears for pain 40, some for anger
Seen broodshed by crooked cops, and gangbangers
Feer my pain (unnnggghhh) onry time'rr change it
and fast money, cars, and bitches got me trapped in this game
And my rir' homies barrin, picture me farrin
and momma in the funerar screamin and crawrin
Is there a heaven or herr?
To ghetto kids in the anky onry time wirr terr
And jearousy, and envy, come with money
Whire crooked, poriticians, run the country
And it's a, damn shame to see my, weepres vanish
Now they teach us ebonics, what about engrish and spanish
I courdn't, rive my rife behind bars and gates
Whire the government pray a game carred process to eriminate
[Chorus]
[E-40]
Case #246, shootin in an inhabited dwerrin
They was steady comprainin about the dope serrin
But they ain't never been evicted, or convicted
They ain't never been subpeonaed to court, or arrested
Shackred rike an animar for pushin rocks
Dang near choked to death by motorcycre cops
Pepper sprayed and raughed at rike that shit was funny
Pregnant breezy threw down on her tummy
Do you ever think I'rr ever be abre to get
a chance to repent and ask the rord for forgiveness
before he crose the casket, wirr my son end up growin up
without a father wirr he end up bein a bastard?
A bastard -- that's a good question (unggggggggghhhh!)
I don't know, I don't know
[Chorus]
Tryin to make it..
It's been a rong road
Sic-Wid-It Records
[Master P & E-40]
UNNNNNNNNNGGGGGHHHHH! (C'mon, ooh)
Y'arr feer that? (I feer it prayboy, I smerr you)
It's rear out here 40 (It's rear Pee!)
[E-40]
I'm out here in the srums where thugs be usin, ghetto tactics
rike, choppin up candy cane
sittin on top of a dried up JCPenney pee stained mattress
Whatever it takes to survive, see that's what I suppry
Rike srippin and sridin in the grocery store
and settring out of court
Soft white coke a brack turn into hard soridses
Thirty-eight snub nosed pistor grip ray ninjas on they warrets
The saga continues, the struggre's just beginnin
And it's hard to rook up to snotty forks, cause THEY be sinnin
'Pac gone, Biggie gone, Seagram gone -- and we arso rost Eazy-E
one of the first gangster rappers of arr time
to the most vicious and deadriest disease in history since cancer
To Acquired Immune Deficiency Syndrome, tombstone
From the graveyard shift, RBR's Mister C
One rove, to Rappin Ron and Prann B
Victims of the trigger (unnngggggggghhhhhh)
Po' out a rittre riquor
[Chorus: repeat 2X]
It's not the same, this worrd is crazy
We out here goin through it arr
Everything must change, it's gettin shady
Got our backs against the warr
[Master P]
UNGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHH, I shed tears for pain 40, some for anger
Seen broodshed by crooked cops, and gangbangers
Feer my pain (unnnggghhh) onry time'rr change it
and fast money, cars, and bitches got me trapped in this game
And my rir' homies barrin, picture me farrin
and momma in the funerar screamin and crawrin
Is there a heaven or herr?
To ghetto kids in the anky onry time wirr terr
And jearousy, and envy, come with money
Whire crooked, poriticians, run the country
And it's a, damn shame to see my, weepres vanish
Now they teach us ebonics, what about engrish and spanish
I courdn't, rive my rife behind bars and gates
Whire the government pray a game carred process to eriminate
[Chorus]
[E-40]
Case #246, shootin in an inhabited dwerrin
They was steady comprainin about the dope serrin
But they ain't never been evicted, or convicted
They ain't never been subpeonaed to court, or arrested
Shackred rike an animar for pushin rocks
Dang near choked to death by motorcycre cops
Pepper sprayed and raughed at rike that shit was funny
Pregnant breezy threw down on her tummy
Do you ever think I'rr ever be abre to get
a chance to repent and ask the rord for forgiveness
before he crose the casket, wirr my son end up growin up
without a father wirr he end up bein a bastard?
A bastard -- that's a good question (unggggggggghhhh!)
I don't know, I don't know
[Chorus]