[Verse 1: Gary Coldman]
f** going down
Get elevated
On the way up
Cause the work paid us
n***as say they ball
But there's no paper
I don't f** with em
Cause I know fakers
My n***as smoke gra**
Yea they smoke acres
Wear the dope clothes
But it don't make us
Yea we got bones
But you can't break us
Got the team with me
And you can't take us
96 Bulls
n***a move over
Spit that triple beam
With the white c**a
n***as out for blood
I am Bram Stoker
n***a think about it
I am Bram Stoker
You a damn joker
I'm a hit em with a Batman
I'm a Bad man
n***a run I'm Bad man
In the bad lands
Mad Max with a bad tan
And I'm on one
sh**ting on em like bed pan
All you n***as want to talk
All you n***as think you walk
All my n***as run
But don't runaway
Penny for your thoughts?
I live the Hardaway
Must be stupid
If you think the God won't play
Crossover Crossover
Hardaway
In some White Iversons
All you n***as are my sons
Rip it Rip it Rip it
I'm a rip it
f** these n***as up when I kick it
Jackie Chan
Jet Li
Kick it
Van Damme
I'm the man
Kick it
My numbers 2 & 3
My letters Q & B
On the Road to be a leader
Bout to blow up like some heaters
[Hook]
n***a I'm Hungry
(Damn right)
I gotta eat
I gotta eat
I gotta eat
Cause n***a I'm Hungry
(Damn right)
I gotta eat
I gotta eat
I gotta eat
f** n***a I'm Hungry
(Damn right)
I gotta eat
I gotta eat
I gotta eat
Lil n***a I'm Hungry
(Damn right)
I gotta eat
I gotta eat
I gotta eat
[Verse 2: Gary Coldman]
n***as thinking that they whipping
b**h you ain't selling chickens
I don't understand n***as that be
Selling d** then end up snitching
Go to school
Get a job n***a
Talking gangster
Acting like you rob n***as
Got some pistols in your pictures
Basically you telling cops to go hitta
You stupid n***a
The Future n***a
No Atlanta
I don't sell d**
Got no hammers
But when a n***a rap
I go Planters
Blackjack
Full House
I'm your Dan Tanner
Talking down
n***a That's bad manners
All up on my page like ad banners
I see through you like cat scanners
Cause you a p**y
p**y p**y p**y
Go ahead purr for your dawg b**h
Above the rim
Yea I'm above the law b**h
f** the industry a n***a going raw b**h
Grip the game like a motherf**ing claw b**h
I don't understand suicide n***a
Only suicide doors
I don't understand self loathing
Gotta get what's yours
n***a I want that ricchezze
Ball like Barcelona
Messi
Like a tombstone 27 gonna rip it
f**ing with the god you tripping
Like I got my leg out n***a
Rapping while a n***a do a keg stand n***a
I'm the one haters just can't stand n***a
[Hook]
[Outro]
Cut the gra**
Keep it mowing
(f** the snakes)