E-40, Cousin Fik, Turf Talk - Paint The Picture lyrics

I guess it must be so hard, that once
You're hooked on heroin, or alcohol, uh
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, nigga
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, don't nobody care

Ugh, pissy sidewalks and hallways
White chalk, candlelights, and bouquets
Crime scene, shell casings from the AK's
Donations, send the victim off the right way
And for revenge
Worldwide they spending thousands
Gotta be careful at these halfway houses
It's sick out here, patience
Double deuce thirds, and 556 casings
The neighbors ain't tellin' shit
(Tellin' shit)
They mouthpiece is celibate (Celibate)
I don't condone the violence
Turn the other cheek (Cheek)
Hard to deal with when
Your loved one's deceased (Deceased)
The funk'll never end
When I'm done with rap I
Might become a reverend (A reverend?)
'Cause, I been spittin' scriptures
(Spittin' scriptures)
Let me paint the picture!

A dope fiend might be your mama
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, nigga
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, don't nobody care

I know some raider niggas
That'll raid ya house
I'll rob ya ass and I'll fuck your spouse
Hit ya cell phones 'til ya pay up
Get that address and spray that bitch up
Retarded bitch, tell her watch the kids
'Cause, I'm out working and I'm murking shit
Got my scarf on, got my gloves on
And I'm through the window like a bopper
She bet' not make a move
She bet not make a peep
If she do, my partner gon' strangle her
This the ghetto, nigga, ain't no rules at all
And the punk police ain't no friends of ours
I get credit at the liquor
Store 'cause I'm a regular
Tell the owner I'll be back soon
As I get this fetti up
I'm selling dope, it ain't no jobs (No jobs)
And we still trippin' off Trayvon
(Fuck the police)

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, nigga
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, don't nobody care

Fik, look
Thinking to myself driving down I80
Has anybody noticed all these
Real moves lately? The end is close
You gotta watch friends and folks
'Cause you never know who the devil
Might send to smoke you
Blood flowing through the streets
You look down, you drown
Turned your TV on the scene
How they dead Mike Brown
Killed little Trayvon
And said "stand your ground"
But gave Marissa 20 years when it
Was the other way around
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 'telly sheet
These hoes full of trife and deceit
Magnum rubber on when I skeet
I can't leave the block, I'm 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, nigga
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, don't nobody care