E-40 - Fuck Em lyrics

Let me gas this shit right quick

40 Something, still got it
Fuck double platinum I'm try'na
Go double profit
I'm in my own lane, that independent shit
They back fuckin' with me
A hundred thousand shit
I'm a pyramid, you a square
I got that from my nigga Shake Da Mayor
Mr flamboyant is back I cut my head
They wanna see me go pop but the
Streets won't let me take it there
As real as they come it's the shortish on me
Authentic organic no MSG
They diffy can't understand me they tardy
They true they hella late they
Outta touch with the streets
They favorite rapper is weak to me they
Need to stop sleeping on me
Separately from the game I'm
A whole 'nother pedigree
They don't build them like they
Used to no mo, mane I'm alone
Brah, I'm made outta steel these
Niggas made outta styrofoam

This industry ass niggas (fuck EM)
A&R's that think that they rappers (fuck EM)
Set tripping ass DJ's (fuck EM)
Closed-minded program directors (fuck EM)
Internet tough guys (fuck EM)
Managers that steal and lie (fuck EM)
Janky ass promoters (fuck EM)
If they ain't rockin' with E-40 (fuck EM)

These funny ass acting commercialize
Rappers be killing me
But they wouldn't be shit without radio
BET or MTV
Everybody wanna know how I got famous
How I became a celebrity
I did it independently didn't nobody signed
Me partna I signed me
What the fuck you think E-40 be saying
Is he really from the game?
People love me mane I'm an icon
It's more than just my slang
People bug me mane like a python
I squeeze on em mane
When you goin' retire? Probably when I expire
(uhh) you might not see me on the TV channel
But in the hood I'm still hot
Like the left sink handle
Mobster like Marlon Randolph keep it
Lid like a candle
Or something like Rambo who's mandatory
I pull the torch i'm an intelligent heevan
Fuck Chico State Police
They ban me for no reason
And oh yeah, just to let you suckers know
I ain't rapping to fast y'all
Just listening too slow

They thought I was this but I was really that
I been making records before some of y'all
Was in y'all daddy's nut sack
Rawer than ever
Matter fact I think I'm better than
I was hella years ago
Selling tapes out the liquor sto'
How many years was that bro? I don't know
Prolly 24 couple of the vaca's or so
The late eighties about my doe
Did you pitch that blow? Man I plead the fif
How you get rich than tho?
Bitch by doing this
Dedication of hard work, sweat and tears
This ain't luck
This one of the longest runs in
Any rap career nigga what
I got my name from drink and
Hella beers to the gut
Standing in front of my home
Nicknamed by Derek Jones (Bitch)
I been selling my own with my cell
Phone me and my own money
Just me and my family I don't know nobody
But my fans and my folks and my real homies
That be ready to scrap if somebody
Say something bad about me