Текст песни The Game - Food For My Stomach

[Hook - DUBB:] Beast on the loose and my stomach is rumblin' These niggas out here is food for my stomach Get the fuck out the way when the lions is comin' The elephant's stompin', gorillas is jumpin' The snakes full of venom, the wolves out and huntin' In this concrete jungle, in this concrete jungle, woo In this concrete jungle, in this concrete jungle, woo [Verse 1 - DUBB:] I sink in my teeth cause these niggas is sweet Predator to the prey, you should pray for the weak Spray out Caprices, drive by with the reaper I hang out the window like I'm an AC Bodies turn cold after losing your pulse Turn that dude to a ghost like the homie SP Yeah, from the LAX with these bars I keep locked Ain't a prison, I'm free, I can rap in my sleep Dude on the post with rocks using shots They come back to your ass like an offensive rebound Funeral home on the speed dial When God call your number Man, trust me, there won't be no re-dial We out here every day, they acting senile Year of the wolf, niggas 'bout to hear me out This beat I'mma wreck while these gorillas beat on their chest West swing, I'm knocking their trees down So go in your temple These niggas is dinner from January all the way to December Shouldn't have played with my killers [Hook] [Verse 2 - Skeme:] Real trill nigga with a hairpin trigger I’m surrounded by the killers, I just got it like that Rappers always talking “you ain’t ‘bout it like that" I went out the hood to get it then I brought it right back Blood money rider, keep the chopper right beside 'em F&N fully loaded, that’s for any nigga want it This sound like I got the shit perfected don’t it? Grab a cartrige, get to sparkin a targetin like all of my opponents Raise these haters up off of me Talk some cash when you talk to me I ain’t got no love for you if you ain’t getting guwop with me All my niggas from day one who I’m gon take to the top with me And this shotty on me, got that boy walkin so awkwardly I was raised in the wild with them lions and tigers Nothing but paper excite us, bitch we were born be fighters And I’m from BME, the G in me won’t let me back down Underground king without a crown, how I sound? [Hook]
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