| Hey babe I gotta get up
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| Real shit ya’ll
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| I only got enough money for some hamburger meat
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| But I still ain’t trippin that’s the shit I like to eat
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| But my son he like daddy this is all we got to eat
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| I’m like son I’m about to sing big time
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| I’m downloadin' beats and I’m a start writin' to em
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| And if the fans don’t buy em I’m a kill them in they sleep
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| Bring the extra cheese
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| We gonna eat somehow like the Vietnamese, Chinese, Japanese
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| Gettin' dirty meats, make me some fuckn' stacks of G’s
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| With the a-r automatic uzi machine
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| All you gota do is wash it off and then put it in the freeze
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| And then we good for another couple of weeks
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| When you get older like me you’ll be tuckin the heat
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| And if not you, you’ll be stuck in the street
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| I wanna say ya mom love you, but that’s up to she
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| But we gonna do what we gotta do n that’s get the meat
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| Strange music got my back they hopefully
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| But if not they really ain’t no hope for me
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| That means you goin' through the same situation
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| That means we gone keep goin' through the same shit you hatin'
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| Meat, we gotta find something to eat
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| Even if we gotta go do it on the street
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| Even if we gotta go shootin' with the heat
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| Even if we lie to dude we gone get the meat, (meat, meat)
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| I only got enough money for top ramen noodles
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| My son lookin' at me like he don’t wanna come to close
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| He saw me in the bathroom cryin' it was to late
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| I couldn’t even keep a straight face, like 2 face
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| All the mother fucka’s around me they was to fake
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| I ain’t got an album out now they call me to late
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| Bar b q yesterday, where the fuck was I at?
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| A football game where’s my mother fuckin' hi at?
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| I remember lizz moore drive even after that
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| Starin at my strange chain, thinkin' ain’t goin' back
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| I got a new life, I’m a get a new wife,
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| I’m a get a new 9, I think it was do time
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| No matter who’s wrong or who right
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| Life’s like shakin' 'em up n rollin' 2 dice
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| Thin slice, and my ol school homey like where you been ice
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| Just marinatin, stomach achein shit ain’t been right
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| Real shit ya’ll… real shit ya’ll… meat
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| Hey kev wake up, fadin off, meat
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| Yo kev wake up
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| Lil Kevin wake up it’s school time, get ya clothes on
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| Don’t no body love you like me
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| We in the O zone, twilight zone
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| All we got to eat today is bullshit
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| Time for you to pray, but I don’t pray I carry full clips
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| You can’t be like me cause I’m a fuck up,
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| And if we both fuckn' up you gone be just like me
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| It’s gone be a tight squeeze, we can get through this
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| You my 'lil nigga so nigga we gone do this
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| Shit, I can count it on one hand
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| Old as I am I can still cound it on one hand
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| We both Kevin mann
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| We both gotta stretch it out like a rubber band
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| I got another plan, I got a million of em
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| I’m a still come with em, I’m still run with em
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| We gotta keep it goin, then I’m done with it
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| That’s it, I’m a whipe my hands
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| I’m hella broke but I don’t dance |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Meat , by - Keak Da Sneak. Song from the album The Suicide Tour (10 Years Later), in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп