[Intro: E-40] It's ugly out here in the outfield Every day, somebody get killed
[Chorus: E-40] They losin', they ain't winnin' They fonkin' heavy, mayne, they in it They ain't just talkin', they really livin' Young bulls up against it (up against it) Young bulls up against it (up against it) Young bulls up against it (up against it) They ain't just talkin', they really livin', nigga Young bulls up against it (Ugh!)
[Verse 1: E-40] He got a text when he was snorin' Top of the morn', when you get up, punch my horn 'Member they nigga, they funkateer? Well, that nigga's no longer, bruh, that nigga outta here They gave him some slugs outside the club Every nigga he knocked down, it was out of love Stayed in the dirt like a archaeologist Hop in his system, according to the biologist
[Verse 2: B-Legit] Money on his membrane, he ain't really caring though Ride with the .45, what he got to fear for? Tuck it in the console, he's slidin' Tesla Certified shooter, now who lip wrestler Daddy in the feds, momma testified Made his heart cold when his momma died Only got love for the little homies And they'll take a bullet in the head for him
[Chorus: E-40] They losin', they ain't winnin' They fonkin' heavy, mayne, they in it They ain't just talkin', they really livin' Young bulls up against it (up against it) Young bulls up against it (up against it) Young bulls up against it (up against it) They ain't just talkin', they really livin', nigga Young bulls up against it (up against it)
[Verse 3: E-40] Statistics show this ain't a lie For some reason, good girls want a bad guy They don't want a square A real man to take care of their obligations Brush their daughter hair Never read the Bible, never thanked the Lord Never got a chance to repent when they killed him in his car 5.56's, .223's Pass the hat around, family GoFundMe's
[Verse 4: B-Legit] Got them little niggas trippin', loading up the drumstick Fuck the other side, niggas on they young shit Nigga get they lung hit, you wit' 'em or not Guilty by affili' end up gettin' you shot Momma know it's smoke, ain't no movin' or duckin' She prayin' for her baby, hopin' 'Hova'll touch him She sayin' to her baby boy: " You gon' fear something" But it's too late, them boys is comin', they dumpin'
[Chorus: E-40] They losin', they ain't winnin' They fonkin' heavy, mayne, they in it They ain't just talkin', they really livin' Young bulls up against it (up against it) Young bulls up against it (up against it) Young bulls up against it (up against it) They ain't just talkin', they really livin', nigga Young bulls up against it (up against it)
[Verse 5: E-40] Don't lose your faith, let 'em tell you the fonk'll never end A lot of times fonk can be squashed if you got a mutual friend Somebody that's family or next of kin Somebody that's reputable in the streets and in the pen Swallow your pride, 'cause pride is really a sin I can't talk to the homie, Granny told him that death is on him Some niggas stuck in the way that they think Stretch's Granny out, had a stroke, she can't blink
[Verse 6: B-Legit] Can't eat by himself, he sick and bed-ridden Choppa got to spittin', the copper and lead hit him Poppa got to trippin', the scene was yellow ribbon Granny said, "Forgive him and pray the Lord with him" Real talk, though, we gotta tighten up You know the powers that be, they try to hype it up You know it's power in "we", so why we fighting us And he ain't really tryna hear it, he was like us, bam
[Chorus: E-40] They losin', they ain't winnin' They fonkin' heavy, mayne, they in it They ain't just talkin', they really livin' Young bulls up against it (up against it) Young bulls up against it (up against it) Young bulls up against it (up against it) They ain't just talkin', they really livin', nigga Young bulls up against it (up against it)Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
