E-40 Paint the Picture song lyrics

I guess it must be so hard, that once you're hooked on heroin, or alcohol, ah, unless you're an incredibly powerful person, with a great desire to stop it, even if you have the best rehab people in the world, it's very hard to get off

A dope fiend might be your momma

And you can get knocked off for a couple of dollars

(let me paint the picture)

The nigga you grew up with might shoot at ya

Hot bullets we ain't throwing food at ya

That nigga got a Benz and a Bentley thang

And he don't play sports he sell cocaine

(Let me paint the picture)

Nigga kill a cop get a hundred years

Cop kill a nigga nobody cares

Sidewalks and hallways

White chalk, candlelights and boquets

Crime scnee, shell casings from the AKs

Donations, send the victim off the right way

And for revenge, worldwide they spending thousands

Gotta be careful at these halfway houses

This stake out here patient

Double do thirds, and 5.56 casings

The neighbours ain't telling shit

They mouthieces is celibate

I don't condone the violence, turn the other cheek

Hard to deal with when you're love one is deceased

The funk will never end

When im old enough I might become a reverand

Because I been spitting scriptures

Let me paint the picture!

A dope fiend might be your momma

And you can get knocked off for a couple of dollars

(let me paint the picture)

The nigga you grew up with might shoot at ya

Hot bullets we ain't throwing food at ya

That nigga got a Benz and a Bentley thang

And he don't play sports he sell cocaine

(Let me paint the picture)

Nigga kill a cop get a hundred years

Cop kill a nigga nobody cares

I know some crazy niggas that a raid ya house

Rob ya ass, fuck your spouse

Hit ya cell phones till ya pay up

Get your address, spray that bitch up

Hug the bitch, tell her watch the kids

Cause I'm out breaking and murking shit

Got my scar phone, got my gloves on

And I'm through the window like a Ball

She bet I make a move, she bet I make her pee

If she do my partner gonna strangle her

This the ghetto nigga, ain't no rules at all

And the punk police ain't no friends of ours

Might get credit at the liquour store cause I'm a regular

Tell the owner I be back when I get this feddy up

I'm selling dope, there ain't no jobs

And we still trippin off Trayvon

A dope fiend might be your momma

And you can get knocked off for a couple of dollars

(let me paint the picture)

The nigga you grew up with might shoot at ya

Hot bullets we ain't throwing food at ya

That nigga got a Benz and a Bentley thang

And he don't play sports he sell cocaine

(Let me paint the picture)

Nigga kill a cop get a hundred years

Cop kill a nigga nobody cares

Look

Thinking of myself driving down the i-80, has anybody noticed all these real moves lately?

The end is close, you gotta watch friend and foes cause you never know who the devil might send to smoke you

Blood flowing through the streets you look down you drown

Turned the TV on the scene how they dead Miek Brown kill little Trayvon, say stand your ground

But gave Marissa 20 years when it was the other way round

I'm like fuck, niggas shooting if I got enough time I might duck

Niggas looting like we ain't got enough crime feel like I'm stuck

In the belly of the beast

My heart cold like a cheap telling shiek

These hoes full of trifling and deceit

Mack the rubber on when I skeet

I can't leave the block im on the street

Had the same clothes on for a week

A dope fiend might be your momma

And you can get knocked off for a couple of dollars

(let me paint the picture)

The nigga you grew up with might shoot at ya

Hot bullets we ain't throwing food at ya

That nigga got a Benz and a Bentley thang

And he don't play sports he sell cocaine

(Let me paint the picture)

Nigga kill a cop get a hundred years

Cop kill a nigga nobody cares