Stones - Gotta Eat

Added at 2008-10-08 05:51:30
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Verse 1
Here we go again
Mom dukes broke again
Pops pop up once in the blue then he hit the wind
I gotta get some ends, can't rely on my friends cause when the smoke clear it's only me I can depend on
Cause nobody gave a nigga shit
That's why I'm bout to get this fifth and run up on a nigga quick
And if I have to I'm a empty out this clip just incase he run his lip and try to play like clark kent
I'll leave that nigga bent like he just smoked a spliff
By any means I gotta get what I can get
And my means is this gac with rubber grip
And I mean it when I say give me all your shit
Cause what I got in my pocket could help me pay the rent and to not get evicted I'll go to any extent
Was born and raised in a hell hole but I adapt to my habitat so I guess you could call me the devil

Chorus
Homey I'm in these streets I ain't get a good sleep in a week,
I'm felling weak nigga I gotta eat (gotta eat!),
I'm bout to creep up on niggas with heat (with the heat then!),
Blow, blow, blow capech (with the piece then!),
Rock rock niggas to sleep (rock em to sleep then!),
Bounce, bounce back on my feet (on my feet!),
Ribs is touchin turnin into a beast,
Like I said before nigga I gotta eat (gotta eat!)

Verse 2
Go to school don't be a fool that's what they tellin me
Fuck that! I need paper in my pockets see
My pops is gona, my moms don't got a J.O.B.
So how the fuck me and my family suppose to eat?
I cop one 8 Ball to get me on my feet
Then cop 2 more to get me through the week
I envy them mu'fuckers who think life is sweet
That's why I'm out juxing niggas on the back street
I got a habbit to have it so if you got it I'm a grab it
Grab back and you'll be in a black carriage
And I ain't talking bout the one they use for marriage
I'm talking bout the one that have your mom dukes spazzing
The measures that I take for cabbage get's drastic
I'll run up on a nigga for his paper with the plastic like
Let me have it, before I let you have it
16 shot's now you do the mathmatics

Chorus

Verse 3
I'm on the curb slinging herb to them potheads
While my man on the other side serving rockheads
I'm on my own now, atleast that's what my pops said
Sometimes I feel like they all can fucking frop dead
But ma said they'll be better ways
Still I don't see no fucking way unless I let this tooly spray
That's why I move the hay and let styxx move the yay
We break bread together hoping for a better day
Now I'm standing in the rain, grouchy as a mother fucker from the stomach pains
You see me creeping, yea I'm coming for that chain
Come up off it mane for I blow you out the frame
Seem like every week somebody else it getting slain
I ain't tryna be the next statistic in this game
But I'm hungray so I break day
Selling nick, dimes, dubs and treys...
You know what it is

Chorus

Outro Stones speaks