Raw Meat-Brotha Lynch Hung

Alarm clock, I hate alarm clocks* Hey babe I gotta get up Real shit ya'll [Verse 1:] I only got enough money for some hamburger meat But i still ain't trippin that's the shit I like to eat But my son he like daddy this is all we got to eat I'm like son I'm about to sing big time I'm downloadin' beats and I'ma start writin' to em And if the fans don't buy em I'ma kill them in they sleep Bring the extra cheese We gonna eat somehow like the Vietnamese, Chinese, Japanese Gettin' dirty meats, make me some f**kn' stacks of G's With the a-r automatic uzi machine All you gota do is wash it off and then put it in the freeze And then we good for another couple of weeks When you get older like me you'll be tuckin the heat And if not you, you'll be stuck in the street I wanna say ya mom love you, but thats up to she But we gonna do what we gotta do n that's get the meat Strange music got my back they hopefully But if not they really ain't no hope for me That means you goin' through the same situation That means we gone keep goin' through the same shit you hatin' [Chorus:] Meat, we gotta find something to eat Even if we gotta go do it on the street Even if we gotta go shootin' with the heat Even if we lie to dude we gone get the meat, (meat,meat) [Verse 2:] I only got enough money for top ramen noodles My son lookin' at me like he don't wanna come to close He saw me in the bathroom cryin' it was to late I couldn't even keep a straight face, like 2 face All the mother f**ka's around me they was to fake I ain't got an album out now they call me to late Bar b q yesterday, where the f**k was I at? A football game where's my mother f**kin' hi at? I remember lizz moore drive even after that Starin at my strange chain, thinkin' ain't goin' back I got a new life, I'ma get a new wife, I'ma get a new 9, I think it was do time No matter who's wrong or who right Life's like shakin' 'em up n rollin' 2 dice Thin slice, and my ol school homey like where you been ice Just marinatin, stomach achein shit ain't been right [Repeat Chorus:] [Background Vocals] Real shit ya'll.......real shit ya'll......meat Hey kev wake up, fadin off, meat [Fades Out:] Yo kev wake up [Verse 3:] Lil Kevin wake up its school time, get ya clothes on Don't no body love you like me We in the O zone, twilight zone All we got to eat today is bullshit Time for you to pray, but I don't pray I carry full clips You can't be like me cause I'ma f**k up, And if we both f**kn' up you gone be just like me It's gone be a tight squeeze, we can get through this You my 'lil nigga so nigga we gone do this Shit, I can count it on one hand Old as I am I can still cound it on one hand We both Kevin mann We both gotta stretch it out like a rubber band I got another plan, I got a million of em I'ma still come wit em, I'm still run wit em We gotta keep it goin, then I'm done wit it That's it, I'ma whipe my hands I'm hella broke but I don't dance [Repeat Chorus:]