day And yeah it?s funny that I love the streets but they don?t love me back Yeah I hug the block but it damn sure don?t hug me back Lost a few homies,
you aint feelin' me, you got beef with me, you got cheek to be starting beef, coz ya cant ride beats with me, you and your boys try hatin' me, but the
Brothers fighting brothers Lovers fighting lovers People barely caring anymore Nations hating nations Love is lost in the equation Wondering why there
'm feelin' so bad for me (What' cha doin' here boy? What' cha doin' here boy?) Lost in the crowd alone I'm drinkin' my third I'm hungry for company,
's obvious you lost when we up out of the huddle Ready to blitz, yup I seen you in outer space like a shuttle One mil', two mil', three, fo' mil' Stayin' hungry
something more different going on, you know? Like, a signature bed. And I thought my thing could be a loaf. Give them just enough to feel hungry but
a place to hide Lost and lonely Now you've given me the will to survive When we're hungry...love will keep us alive When we're hungry...love
the dirty south Ran with the boys who were servin' clucks Mashed up with my homies just to make a buck You know where I came but look in my eyes I hungry
ain't about rap We bring the noise, lost boys with no cause Slangin' toys, for the fact, we jack and kidnap, we wanted by the big boys Man I was born
smoke Pursued by a nightmare A dream turned nightmare Passed the perfume seller, animals in cages Chickens, goats and hungry black flies Molasses, cumin, stained leather and brass Through narrow streets Scheming boys
hustled slangin' slabs at night That got my mama addicted to crack and pipe Raised in the motherfuckin' 6-5 Village with no gas, no lights Hungry as fuck
places While the town around us died I played on broken stages I watched the lonely cry You danced in iron cages For the boys with hungry eyes All those
back-back where it came from I swear on my mother's eyes I had nothing to do with your demise I'm lost without you So let's propose a toast to the
With Them Pills Already On The Test They Tryna Give Him 12 Years You Don't Wanna Talk That Murda Game We Got Blood On Our Hands Block Boys I Done Lost
a bunch of crazy white boys kidnap you Let you know this is real true life, no battle [Chorus: Demoz] This is a gun ballad, motherfucker get lost AOTP
fore I blast and Banned From TV your ass with no mask, look at the camera like what? Yeah I did it like them sick white boys the court committed To the
you can't maintain Better slow your roll boy money hungry ain't no ho boy That's for sure boy and ya know boy I'll whip your ass like four boys You're
you lost when we up out of the huddle Ready to blitz, yup - I seen you in outer space like a shuttle Ha ha; one mil', two mil', three, fo' mil' Stayin hungry