Obie Trice - Got Hungry lyrics

MoSS production Obie Trice "Obie-Obie-Obie-Obie-Obie, Obie Trice is now here" [2X] [Verse 1 - Obie Trice] Obie Trice got hungry, needed money to bank Young, didn't think, my life was great Eatin from a saucer, ballers got big plates Pushin big weight, from state to state (uh) While I'm on Section 8 (damn) And my corner got about fifty n***az on the grind chasin the cake So that route I can't go Even though we cordial, I might step on a toe, turn a friend to foe But the thought still exists I'm in my room gettin pissed I should have 20 inch rims on a V12 Benz, hangin with brand new friends All flavor Timbs, hittin nothin but skins I gotta do something right now Aiyyo this life foul and my job just burns me out Plus this titty bar b**h, Hennessy, turns me out Stuffin ones in her garter, got my dick harder Hard enough to plot on, openin up a spot A big birth of rocks throwin up the f**in block Just stop, no, that sh** too hot to cop, so watch Plus in the hood my name's not top notch n***az'll snitch or try to get me Contemplate an illegal career, hittin shots off the Hennessy In my room pacin, like I'm facin A life term, AIDS and job termination I'm in my room pacin, like I'm facin A life term, AIDS and job termination Termination, termination, terminat-atat-ion [Chorus - Scratched Samples By DJ Grouch] "Mr. Trice" "Gotta eat" "Starvin" "Like an animal" "Dope, get low" "Best eatin" "React off instinct, digest weaklings" "Let you n***az know" "Got hungry" "Takin mine" "Gettin dust over here" "I'm ready, I'm ready to rock" "O-O-Obie Trice, bettin down shop" [Verse 2 - Obie Trice] Yo, f** it I'll go outside and decide what's the deal Walkin up the block, kickin rocks with no scrill Ain't lovely My main man P-Funk in a Double O, truck bubbly, honks at me What up Black? I wave back, in fact If you ever peep his wrist, thaw out to bring yourself back Attract all b**hes in Cadillac on dishes While I roll a Prism with the f**in engine light blinkin You know you're stinkin When the same gauge light on for months to cause another f**in Complication Life got me on a menstruation like a b**h Player hatin all these n***az flossin like they rich I got the itch to dip right behind the bush If I catch you slippin, your blood go gush f** that, f** that, I'm not a thief 'Cause armed robbery, murder, cause a whole lot of grief I'm tired of grindin my teeth thinkin about the dough I'm tired of high cla** b**hes tellin me - f** N-O, N-O, N-O, N-O [Chorus]