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
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
: (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
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
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
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
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
, keep it move, keep it moving on Keep it move, keep it move, keep it moving on I'll be the resident president, I'm the 5th element Jimmy fly snooka stone
the bone My name grounded in stone I'm Mr. Violence we loungin' with Chrome Mr. Violence we lounge in his home, hit the housing on Rome Shining like a hundred thousand in stones
riddled with holes, looking like Gotti had 'I'm Bragging, juked, in the wagon, laughing We slid a few blocks down, this kid was frozen With stones so
gotta G for the biggest ass On the floor who look right in them jeans If you fat, I might take one for the team But I gotta get drunk first knowhatimean
& concrete plastic & concrete, baby i gotta learn to slow down somethin new from chemistry is jackin my brain around i have got the plastic and i have got the stone
damn night I've got the gift of gab I can walk the walk I became an emcee when I learned to talk Sayin' goo-goo ga-ga I gotta lotta time to eat emcees