guess you could call me the devil [Chorus:] Homey I'm in these streets I ain't get a good sleep in a week, I'm felling weak nigga I gotta eat (gotta eat
you gotta BREATHE One and then the two Two and then the three Three and then the four Then you gotta BREATHE Then you gotta (gasp) Then you gotta
soul in this business I'm here to eat, speak, until these ho's feel this I ain't gonna let you derail me, man I got Young Kobe homey, you gotta let go
: [Hook] How many days we gonna live our life struggling on the streets How many days we gotta live our life searching for a way to eat You gotta stay
the come up And pay these niggas a visit So is it, was it, wicked ways Got me strugglin' for days Hey, a nigga's gotta eat, so yo I gotta get paid and
Just to get by, my people we get fly My people we get high, fillin cigars with the lah Nigga come on, even Jesus was stoned before receivin' the throne
is the epitome of extraterrestrial energy Experiment and enter the internals of the inner me The art of gone, and heart of stone, and own's worst enemy
just like the sales are gonna break, yeah But everyone?s lookin at TV screens At wannabees who just imitate But I don?t wanna be that way You think never eat
: (B-Real) You're a lost soul rollin down the street Hustlin, scramblin, money you eat You wanna jack somebody, never look at me Cause I'm like you when
firm Fuckin your head up, take a sip, eat the worm Let it burn, up in your stomach, you never learn from it When the stoned of Soul comin to return
see but you see just as much as he did We did not plan it to be this way, your mother and me But things have gotten so bad between us I don't see us ever
me to let loose and spit at the ganstas What up gotti were in this little war you pushed on Put your ear to the drama for stucky and bush stones What
1 I 'ma clean this whole shit out like climax, with words put togeather better then sony electronics, king of the jungle, humbly stay honest, eat with
buisness, I'm here to eat, speak, until these hoes feel this, (for sure...) and I can't let y'all derail me man, I got young Kobe, homie, you gotta
tell from a fossilised stone In a pile of bones the truth becomes clear We Pioneered schemes just too severe Way back then there were few concerns Find meat to eat
is he gets buried, the streets are empty Mom cry "misery" Little Bill waits for the adversary 'Cause if it's my brother, I gotta get revenge Action brings
a beat and eat That's why he didn't see a problem with buckin me Blew my muthafuckin head off my shoulders Didn't say nothin kept buck buckin But I gotta
