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Hands up if you hungry Hands up if you want some Hands up if you ready for more 'Cause you ain't really got none Say, "Come here Yeah, you You look like you think you hard Where you from? Get the fuck out Hey you, step off 'Fore somebody pull your card Where you from? Where you from? Get the fuck out" Lunch time, come and get it Too long standing in the lunch line Hungry with it, oh, you got a punch line? Just a minute, gotta get the napkin one time Thread too expensive for the juice, see thе drip? Crypt keeper Crip walking where thе feet are lit Blood drinker Blood talking when you see the blick Brazy on the brain, crack the skull, go on, eat the shit Stem on, step off, somebody smell like fear Somebody got no clue why he is here Letras de cancionesThat might be you, you might want to be clear It's cool, it's cool, you're so endearing Looking like a snack, no cap, no flattery But you like to beat it up and come no battery So free range meat, guess it'll have to be Roast on a spit, pole through the oral cavity Got you open kid, don't front Once in a black moon, don't pack a gun But a fork for the flesh and a spoon for the fluid And the sharpest knife in the drawer to slice right through it Like meat fresh like dice in the mirror Like Tyson, just bite right through the ear Like Christ, you don't still get a mic, no one cares about your bars Your screams are the thing they wanna hear No way, better make one Nothing comes easy Can't be scared to say something You speak, make them believe it Hands up if you hungry Hands up if you need something Hands up if your hand shakes It's time for you to eat something Say, "Come here Yeah, you You look like you think you hard Where you from? Get the fuck out Hey you, step off 'Fore somebody cut your arm Where you from? Fix your face Get the fuck out" Big one, you don't wanna smoke a pack of razor blades for fun Underneath your tongue I do magic tricks God save him, I'm a specialist, 'cause I'm a wizard with the shit Pearl harbor with the clips I'm a pit bull, hands off it with the gun powder I don't trust y'all playing in the background, shifty Low down, gritty and grimy Little sag on the pants and some gold teeth Never trust that shirt, I'm a known freak Some these emcees, yeah, you looking like dead meat Man these pussy ass niggas I'm in the rain with this shotty up I'll strip you to your pussy meat and make you give my money up Don't tell me who's telling Don't give a fuck what you selling I'm butt naked, don't follow Easy captain, G's no talent Run niggas reckless, them niggas extra Nigga, I'll fuck your bitch with a headdress Camera in your head rest She only listen to Sheck Wes, I'm No way, better make one Fiending for some bleeding Not waiting for no one Busy over here eating Hands down, they ain't hungry Hands down, they don't need shit Don't start shit, it won't be shit 'Less you really 'bout that beef If that's the case Come here Yeah, you You look good enough to eat Where that face? Wear that face out Hey you, step up 'Cause you looking like meat Fix your face Gonna take that face off Wear that face out From Letras Mania