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| E-40 Miscellaneous Hide 'n' Seek [E-40] I'm in some deep shit, I got some niggas from another click On that ass trying to run me off a fuckin cliff What should I do? Where should go? How could I fake 'em? Bust a bitch on that ass and try and shake em and bake em Full speed ahead, I know they want my ass dead Still on my bumper, makes a motherfucker wonder All the dirt that I did, should just let them get me Maybe its because I killed Rodney and his whole family Revenge, I see my life flashing, niggas blasting Brothas passing, trying to make me stay crashing Into the rocks beside me, fucking up the traffic 17th in a Malibu Chevy classic But I'm nothing humble, just call me Yapeez Pasano Full tank of petro, mobbin through the fucking tunnel Shit it's bright, I think I see some daylight Over the night, you should have seen a brothas sides right Fit the corners on two shoes, I'm holly G Wrapping my shit around a fifty foot oak tree Got out the car, seeing stars, I wasn't lagging Ran out and hid behind a beat up station wagon [Hook] You've never seen a bitch nigga run so fast [E-40] Bouncing, sneaking, and peaking, hitting bushes and shit Never saw, like you did in that movie clip Steady busting, these motherfuckers ain't bluffing I'm hauling ass and renting bullets, constantly cussing Scared as fuck, I wasn't trying to act hard Thumbs up, and ran in a back yard Just as I was hoping the sliding door was wide open Out of breath, I locked the door and started talking I need some help, I gotta bounce, someone's after me Please don't panic, I need your help drasticly I'm not a G, a killer, or a rapist I'm just a ordinary black man trying to make this Busting my bubble, the couple didn't even freak They said relax, I'll make some coffee, have a seat The man said, whats your name bro Shit I don't know, you might decide to call the po-po He said that ain't my thang, I used to be a leader of a gang Shot twice in my chest I got wounds, where I've been stabbed He took off his shirt and showed my his scab I said damn partner, how the fuck you survive some shit like that Like that there without going into a coma He said the Lord spared my life So I could talk to people like you and teach them right I was a dope pusher, big time drug abuser Alcoholic, dog blumer, but a shooter All together working from the floor I said I better twist so I can call her Now I'm reached from coast to coast Said to saved from the holy ghost I know you think your trapping But let me pray for you junior and see what happens |
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