Let Him Have It lyrics

by

George Clinton


[Verse 1: E-40]
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 muthaf*cka, don't be talkin under yo breath
It might be the cause of your death
'Cause I'ma quick to stop a n*gga in his tracks main
So let's get this sh*t 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, n*ggas is carryin guns
A sucka will kill you first, and you will be layin in the hearse
Takin a deep ass sleep knowin it wasn't worth
Provin you wasn't a punk, n*ggas don't want to thump
n*ggas just want to funk and shot up a n*gga's trunk
I met a b*tch last week at the Orgen Room
Bought her a drink and said, "what's up on the telly room?"
Just then I felt some trouble kickin' in
Spotted her ex-boyfriend who had just got out the pen
Muthaf*ckas get to baulkin' when the liquor's talkin
Drunk muthaf*cka step on my toe and kept on walkin'
I said, "what's up with you partner, 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
"n*gga don't you know I'll have you touchin' everything in here"
He went for his pistol and didn't know I was strappin'
Dag nab it, I had to let him have it
[Interlude: Kaveo]
What type of n*gga 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'
But now tell me somethin': why do muthaf*ckas always wait till that n*gga commits himself to realize that a hillside hillbilly is the wrong type of n*gga to f*ck with?
E do you feel me?
Yeah, I feel ya sohab
Well let's take it to the next page then
Oh you mean that part about the dungeon?
You know!

[Verse 2: E-40]
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 f*cked up
I walks into the dayroom manner room, uh what the f*ck?
I never thought that I would straight maker
The front page of the newspaper
Man they 'bout to send me upstate ah
Talking that sh*t about makin me a muthaf*ckin' faggot
I make a shank outta plastic and let a n*gga have it
[Interlude: Kaveo]
That's what's really goin' down
'Cause when a muthaf*cka's down for the count
You gotta be about it or be without it
'Cause a muthaf*cka once told me when you 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

[Verse 3: E-40]
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 b*tch eatin' sh*t on the f*ckin' 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 incarceration
Now I'm out drinkin' brew
Havin' fun with my folks
Lovin' everybody, gettin' twisted, and crackin' jokes
Huggin' everybody cryin'
I missed every n*gga in my clique 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 b*tches but I'm not a damn peanut
Now I'm at the party thought I wasn't
Dancin' with the dead n*gga's fine ass cousin
I wonder if she thinkin' my my my
The b*tch 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
[Outro: E-40]
Muthaf*cka!
Muthaf*cka!
Mutha-Mutha-Mutha-Muthaf*cka!
Muthaf*cka!
Muthaf*ck-Muthaf*cka!
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