Artist: Napoleon f/ Joe Mafia Album: Kingpin Wit Da Inkpen Song: Hungry Typed by: Cno Evil [Intro: Napoleon] Yeah, what the fuck is going on out here In these muthafuckings streets, kid? Ya'll niggas better start paying muthafuckin' homage, yo [Chorus 2X: Joe Mafia] You ain't ready, never steady, you ain't hungry enough Never grinding, never shining, you ain't tougher than us Real music hit them speakers, and it's banging them cuts So who the realest, tell them niggas, are we hungry or what? [Napoleon] Ya'll dudes feeling yourself, it's not that serious To sum it up, ya'll ain't fucking with me, period Damn right, I sun ya'll niggas, ya'll my embryos Mixtape, nickel and diming, we got plenty O's Six hundred dollar a weasel, you got digit clothes Can't even say ya'll bitches, ya'll some friendly hoes Trying to get close to the don, but take a number I do a song with you round, '08 December You a killa right? Nothing but glocks in ya rhymes How many quarts of water, go up in the pot when it's nine You done hustled for years, on the block with a dime Military circle mob, fake rocks ya shine You a failure, you might as well go to work You can't feed your family, off a O a purse Everytime I'm in the hood, the hoes go berserk I'm soon to be a millionaire, they suppose to flirt [Chorus 2X] [Joe Mafia] Snatching skirts off a nigga, G's up, hoes down Pull a shirt off a nigga, do a couple of rounds Wipe the smirk off, brush dirt off, move the crowds Change a faggot whole swagger, when them guns come out It's the rush from the drama that's embedded in my brain I'm figgity, can't stop moving, like I'm sniffing 'caine Bang bang, everywhere came, we tearin' up the streets You think it's something sweet, get lifted off your fucking feet I know you scared of beef, we move like the sidewinder Ain't even thinkin' that you jeopardize your fam, partner Come off them grams, partner, I need a hundred thou' Right now, damn Mafia, no less than eighty large Cash, that's my last offer, meet me at the Marriot No funny shit, I ain't gettin' the same time that Cherry got Extortion with the licks, Air Forces with the blicks Need court orders, issue warrants, cuz they know they bitch [Chorus 2X] [Napoleon] So you wanna be a gangsta, for real? On the real, you a joke to me Them faker weasel jeans look dirty, you broke to me See I stay fresh, like strawberry potpourri Scarface leathers, mink hoodie, the coke was free To say I'm not fly, yo, you high, you done smoked a ki' You got to have atleast a couple mill', to approach the G The next Paul Allen, six years ya'll hope to be Instead of Microsoft, the empire was coke and D's Yeah I'm in exclusive jeans, soon as they quote the feed Tear the mall up, and cop kicks like groceries Everywhere I go, the chicks, screamin' ferociously And I ain't even Denzel, Jigga or Jodeci I guess they must of heard, I was that nigga, supposedly Ice shining bright, yeah I figured you noticed me All I really need, is some fish, an older sea To be the first, ghetto billionaire, with no degree [Chorus 2X] [Outro: Napoleon] Yeah, real niggas, we here nigga Cap, Drum, Rascal, Mike Williams, Kenny B We here nigga, ah-hah!