Stones - Gotta eat lyrics

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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 Im 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 aint 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 Im a grab it

grab back and you'll be in a black carriage

and I aint 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 math-matics

Chorus 1x

Verse 3:

I'm on the curb slinging herb to them pot-heads

while my man on the other side serving rock-heads

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 aint 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 1x

Outro:

[Stones speaks] Shit is crazy out here man, gotta do what we gotta do to stay alive, by any means neccesary

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Thanks to Bray Butta