E-40 - Too Many lyrics

Too many suckas in my huddle
Too many bullets go through suckas
Too many born up in the struggle (too many)
Too many youngsters out here trippin'
Too many po-po out here pickin'
Too many real ones in the prison (too many)
I pledge allegiance to the trenches
That I'ma always stay thorough
'Til death do us apart, health and sickness
Overcoming obstacles and hurdles

In the street we hold court
When we need backup
We call our folks for tech support get it?
Tec-support, we play with street instruments
Put a ho on life support
Put 'em in the dirt where haters belong
Show no pity god don't like ugly and he
Ain't too fond of pretty
I'm tired of servin' base, running in place
I wanna be a voice of hope
Make the world a much better place
I've always had mouthpiece
Got the gift of gab
Gab in reverse spells bag
Back in the day I used to bag them bags
A pay pay, and I ain't talkin' Safeway
Got the block sewed up just like a quilt
I thank the lord and I'm
Thankful I didn't get kilt
Life gave me a crap hand when it was dealt
Funkin' over nothin', hella blood spilt

Too many suckas in my huddle
Too many bullets go through suckas
Too many born up in the struggle (too many)
Too many youngsters out here trippin'
Too many po-po out here pickin'
Too many real ones in the prison (too many)
I pledge allegiance to the trenches
That I'ma always stay thorough
'Til death do us apart, health and sickness
Overcoming obstacles and hurdles

I'm not a pussy, I'm not a cat
People ask me where I'm from
I say wherever the money at
A lot a suckas is cancers, but not the Zodiac
A fungus, a germ
They'll stab you in the back
I don't trust no human, I barely trust myself
Especially when I get to drinkin'
And smokin' on a spliff
Gettin' yayper is my chief concern
I ain't gonna do no ass
Kissin' if the tables turn
It is what it is, handle my biz
I give the shirt off my back
To help the little kids
'Cause they the future not the past
Hire a tutor so they can pass
My folk's fresh out the joint, he doin' well
Learned how to weld in jail, he havin' mail
Instead of buyin' hella jewelry
Bought a Care Home
Let his big sister run it
Small business loan

Too many suckas in my huddle
Too many bullets go through suckas
Too many born up in the struggle (too many)
Too many youngsters out here trippin'
Too many po-po out here pickin'
Too many real ones in the prison (too many)
I pledge allegiance to the trenches
That I'ma always stay thorough
'Til death do us apart, health and sickness
Overcoming obstacles and hurdles

They tearin' the buildings down
They runnin' my people out
They boardin' the windows up and
Breakin' the glass out
It's ugly where I'm at, like where you at
It's goin' around people killin' themselves
Havin' financial meltdowns
I need a pastor in my
Life that ain't a hypocrite
That don't be and tryna get a nigga bitch
I'm freak of these suckas
Tired of these bustas, damn right
Give it some time
What's in the dark gonna come to light
I'm immune to gunfire
On fire trucks when I sleep
Family in pajamas and robes in the street
Reward money, nobody told, nobody speaked
Sooner or later the information gonna leak
Block blocked off, hella yellow tape
Never knowin' it's your expiration date
Don't be soft, be real, don't be fake
Too many be tryin' to eat of the same plate
Biatch!

Too many suckas in my huddle
Too many bullets go through suckas
Too many born up in the struggle (too many)
Too many youngsters out here trippin'
Too many po-po out here pickin'
Too many real ones in the prison (too many)
I pledge allegiance to the trenches
That I'ma always stay thorough
Til death do us apart, health and sickness
Overcoming obstacles and hurdles

Too many too many too many