Mealticket

[E-40] Huh? Want me to speak the real? [Kaveo] Speak the real man [E-40] Nigga speak the real Speak the real Speak the real Speak the real Speak the real It's a quarter after nine on my AM FM Radio Shack digital motel six o?clock alarm reads "40, get your ass up, time to hit the grind You can't afford to pass no money I know you heard about that" What, what? "Task raided Millersville Ms. Miller had a heart attack" Dude, that's some cold shit, ain't it huh? I know, she was a good person for certain I know V-Town, California where I was born, raised and grown And since 1979 I been a hustler on the go You know the drill, my mission for real, a mealticket You feel, we slowly but surely approachin seven digits Figurines, sticky doo-hicky and angel dust Mescaline, niggas know better than fuck with us I'm pimped out flossin in Reno in the casino Big bid, fuckin off feddie I could've put down on a crib I does that, I do, rejuvenate, redeem Take a lose, take a lose Don't make a scene Nigga charge it to the triple beam Fuck the stress I let that orange box of baking soda do the rest Holler at my neighborhood chef, Raul Known for cloning chickens and turning one into two That's what he do for a living That's all he's used to