Food (feat. Kanye West) lyrics

I walked in the crib, got 2 kids,<br />
<br />
and my baby momma late (uh oh, uh oh, uh oh).<br />
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So I had to did what I had to did,<br />
<br />
'cause I had to give (do-ough, do-ough, do-ough).<br />
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I'm up all night gettin' my money right,<br />
<br />
until the blue and whites (popo, popo, popo).<br />
<br />
Now the money coming slow, but at least a ***** know<br />
<br />
slow motion better than (no-oh, no-oh, no-oh)<br />
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You love to hear the story, again and again<br />
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about these young brothers from the city of wind.<br />
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Like juice and gin in the city we blend<br />
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amongst the hustle, titties and skin, fifties and rims.<br />
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Y'all know the spreewells<br />
<br />
and trucks that's detailed,<br />
<br />
heartless females that wanna ride in 'em<br />
<br />
felt the southside in them with raw hides and denim,<br />
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bent minds collide with them.<br />
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A system that tries victims, we livin' in.<br />
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My man in the fast lane pivotin',<br />
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on the block ******* sellin' like m & m,<br />
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on the block get jump off like Kim 'n 'em,<br />
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on the block is how you can feel it in your skin-nin-nin.<br />
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Shorties get the game with no instructions of asemblin',<br />
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odds right it seems like the fight is dim in him.<br />
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Call my man cuzin like I'm kin to him,<br />
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he tryin' to stay straight, the streets is bendin' him.<br />
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(Yo) I walked in the crib, got 2 kids,<br />
<br />
and my baby momma late (uh oh, uh oh, uh oh).<br />
<br />
So I had to did what I had to did,<br />
<br />
'cause I had to give (do-ough, do-ough, do-ough).<br />
<br />
(Yo) I'm up all night gettin' my money right,<br />
<br />
until the blue and whites (popo, popo, popo).<br />
<br />
Now the money coming slow, but at least a ***** know<br />
<br />
slow motion better than (no-oh, no-oh, no-oh)<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
It's all good in the hood like rats and gyms,<br />
<br />
fullbacks and tims, blacks and rims.<br />
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Whether on ball courts,<br />
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attires are ball shorts,<br />
<br />
we never fall short.<br />
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With us it's all force like air ones.<br />
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Some wave some air guns,<br />
<br />
the day of the fair ones it's over fo'.<br />
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Cats is colder than four below, wha'sup?<br />
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I go toe to toe<br />
<br />
wondering if it's for the art or for the dough.<br />
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Though I know to grow a ***** gotta learn to let go,<br />
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though I know the dough I gotta bring back to the ghetto.<br />
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Aeros or Tarot cards pointin' to the grind,<br />
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po' livin' and mo' prisons pointin' to my mind.<br />
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Shine the light up!<br />
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Clench my fists tight and holdin' it right up.<br />
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Freedom fight in dark gear for the years to get brighter.<br />
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Situations, the jaws get tighter,<br />
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my man trying to get his way to higher<br />
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(Yo..yo..yo) I walked in the crib, got 2 kids,<br />
<br />
and my baby momma late (uh oh, uh oh, uh oh).<br />
<br />
So I had to did what I had to did,<br />
<br />
'cause I had to give (do-ough, do-ough, do-ough).<br />
<br />
I'm up all night gettin' my money right,<br />
<br />
until the blue and whites (popo, popo, popo).<br />
<br />
Now the money coming slow, but at least a ***** know<br />
<br />
slow motion better than (no-oh, no-oh, no-oh)<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
Yo.. hey yo I, I know I could make it right<br />
<br />
if I can just swallow my pride,<br />
<br />
but I can't run away or put my gun away.<br />
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You can't front on me!<br />
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I, no I can't let it ride..<br />
<br />
no no not tonight,<br />
<br />
no I can't run away or put my gun away.<br />
<br />
You can't front on me!
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