Prodigy of Mobb Deep, Cash Bilz - Hunger Pangs lyrics

[Prodigy of Mobb Deep, Cash Bilz - Hunger Pangs lyrics]

I give thanks to the creator
'cause my life is blessed
And wish all the haters nothing but the best
This is Infamous 'till the name wear out
Clock run out
Sun burn out and all hell freezes over
When Babylon fall, I'll be by the shoulder
Of the Most High
Laughing my balls off like good riddance
Until then I'll be in the soup kitchen
Cookin' up shit like this
For poverty stricken
Under privileged, brothers and sisters
We're soldiers of the global resistance
Forgive me for being late
I was goin' through some things
I had to come of age
And go through growing pains
You don't realize what you
Got 'till it's gone
I had to lose it all to
See what I was doing wrong
I was stripped bare down to
My soul and burnt out
Then rose like a Phoenix through the fire
These people get fat while we
Starve and go through hell
Nobody looking for no hand out
We offer our skills
In return for a little scraps
And on the glass
I seen you laugh when I turned my back
They say revenge is a sweet
Dish best served cold
But fuck that I need mine fresh off the stove
Yeah it's best served cold
But fuck that I need mine fresh

My, my stomach touching my spine
My, my belly aches, my, my headaches
Make me start showing my fangs
Hunger pangs, hunger pangs
Waiting for the sun to awake
And bring me a better day
Make me start showing my fangs
Hunger pangs, hunger pangs

In a world full of hatred
Insanity and vanity
We all forget the basics
Destroying what is sacred
Often lose patience for
Instant gratifications
Whether tail that you're chasing or
The numbers like the Matrix
Well this is cash bills unplugged
The flow's medicated
Those with their brain on drugs
Heavily sedated, sleep walking through it all
With plans to run the city
I'm just out here for a jog
And I'm about to walk it off
Cause I ain't racing y'all lames
Ringing bells
Long as I jingle like small change
And keep the small thing right in the boot
Was in the club, some niggas wanted my loot
I'm outside
I feel incredible, Miss Angelou poetical
Giving all my caged birds a better view
A better me, a better you
My nigga Mills be home in a few
They gave him 10, he got two more to do
I'm still (waitin' for)
Brothers dyin', mother's cryin'
Police wyldin', they actin' like tyrants
We hear the sirens, get in the crib
Man they still tryna change where I live
I'm waitin' for it

My, my stomach touching my spine
My, my belly aches, my, my headaches
Make me start showing my fangs
Hunger pangs, hunger pangs
Waiting for the sun to awake
And bring me a better day
Make me start showing my fangs
Hunger Pangs, hunger pangs
I'm waiting for you

Waiting for the sun to awake
And bring me a better day

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