| Beast on the loose and my stomach is rumblin'
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| These niggas out here is food for my stomach
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| Get the fuck out the way when the lions is comin'
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| The elephant’s stompin', gorillas is jumpin'
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| The snakes full of venom, the wolves out and huntin'
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| In this concrete jungle, in this concrete jungle, woo
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| In this concrete jungle, in this concrete jungle, woo
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| I sink in my teeth cause these niggas is sweet
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| Predator to the prey, you should pray for the weak
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| Spray out Caprices, drive by with the reaper
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| I hang out the window like I’m an AC
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| Bodies turn cold after losing your pulse
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| Turn that dude to a ghost like the homie SP
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| Yeah, from the LAX with these bars I keep locked
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| Ain’t a prison, I’m free, I can rap in my sleep
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| Dude on the post with rocks using shots
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| They come back to your ass like an offensive rebound
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| Funeral home on the speed dial
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| When God call your number
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| Man, trust me, there won’t be no re-dial
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| We out here every day, they acting senile
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| Year of the wolf, niggas 'bout to hear me out
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| This beat I’mma wreck while these gorillas beat on their chest
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| West swing, I’m knocking their trees down
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| So go in your temple
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| These niggas is dinner from January all the way to December
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| Shouldn’t have played with my killers
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| Real trill nigga with a hairpin trigger
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| I’m surrounded by the killers, I just got it like that
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| Rappers always talking «you ain’t ‘bout it like that»
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| I went out the hood to get it then I brought it right back
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| Blood money rider, keep the chopper right beside 'em
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| F&N fully loaded, that’s for any nigga want it
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| This sound like I got the shit perfected don’t it?
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| Grab a cartrige, get to sparkin a targetin like all of my opponents
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| Raise these haters up off of me
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| Talk some cash when you talk to me
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| I ain’t got no love for you if you ain’t getting guwop with me
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| All my niggas from day one who I’m gon take to the top with me
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| And this shotty on me, got that boy walkin so awkwardly
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| I was raised in the wild with them lions and tigers
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| Nothing but paper excite us, bitch we were born be fighters
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| And I’m from BME, the G in me won’t let me back down
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| Underground king without a crown, how I sound? |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Food For My Stomach , by - The Game. Song from the album Blood Moon: Year Of The Wolf, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп