Gary Coldman - Hungry lyrics

[Verse 1: Gary Coldman] f** going down Get elevated On the way up Cause the work paid us n***as say they ball But there's no paper I don't f** with em Cause I know fakers My n***as smoke gra** Yea they smoke acres Wear the dope clothes But it don't make us Yea we got bones But you can't break us Got the team with me And you can't take us 96 Bulls n***a move over Spit that triple beam With the white c**a n***as out for blood I am Bram Stoker n***a think about it I am Bram Stoker You a damn joker I'm a hit em with a Batman I'm a Bad man n***a run I'm Bad man In the bad lands Mad Max with a bad tan And I'm on one sh**ting on em like bed pan All you n***as want to talk All you n***as think you walk All my n***as run But don't runaway Penny for your thoughts? I live the Hardaway Must be stupid If you think the God won't play Crossover Crossover Hardaway In some White Iversons All you n***as are my sons Rip it Rip it Rip it I'm a rip it f** these n***as up when I kick it Jackie Chan Jet Li Kick it Van Damme I'm the man Kick it My numbers 2 & 3 My letters Q & B On the Road to be a leader Bout to blow up like some heaters [Hook] n***a I'm Hungry (Damn right) I gotta eat I gotta eat I gotta eat Cause n***a I'm Hungry (Damn right) I gotta eat I gotta eat I gotta eat f** n***a I'm Hungry (Damn right) I gotta eat I gotta eat I gotta eat Lil n***a I'm Hungry (Damn right) I gotta eat I gotta eat I gotta eat [Verse 2: Gary Coldman] n***as thinking that they whipping b**h you ain't selling chickens I don't understand n***as that be Selling d** then end up snitching Go to school Get a job n***a Talking gangster Acting like you rob n***as Got some pistols in your pictures Basically you telling cops to go hitta You stupid n***a The Future n***a No Atlanta I don't sell d** Got no hammers But when a n***a rap I go Planters Blackjack Full House I'm your Dan Tanner Talking down n***a That's bad manners All up on my page like ad banners I see through you like cat scanners Cause you a p**y p**y p**y p**y Go ahead purr for your dawg b**h Above the rim Yea I'm above the law b**h f** the industry a n***a going raw b**h Grip the game like a motherf**ing claw b**h I don't understand suicide n***a Only suicide doors I don't understand self loathing Gotta get what's yours n***a I want that ricchezze Ball like Barcelona Messi Like a tombstone 27 gonna rip it f**ing with the god you tripping Like I got my leg out n***a Rapping while a n***a do a keg stand n***a I'm the one haters just can't stand n***a [Hook] [Outro] Cut the gra** Keep it mowing (f** the snakes)