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Albums:

Fozzy (Fozzy) · I Eat You Eat (A-Alikes) · Eat with Me or Eat a Box of Bullets (Hell Rell) · Rich Sounds of Charlie Rich (Charlie Rich) · Three Classic Albums Plus: The Wailing Buddy Rich/The Swinging Buddy Rich/Buddy and Swe (Buddy Rich) · Eat More Pussy [EP] (Nashville Pussy) · I'm Not Hungry But I Like to Eat (Erwin Helfer) · Let Them Eat Bingo (Beats International) · Free to Eat (Plague Vendor) · Jimmy Eat World [EP] (Jimmy Eat World) – and 90 other albums »


round
Buy and sell it by the pound
Bitter truth that I have found
Food to eat, shoes on your feet
Maybe some heat, you live with defeat

Money gets
eats
Man has to keep fit else he's prone to disease
No matter what he does there's stress every which way
Man has to struggle all the live long day
and break the law
Too big to fail, too rich for jail

He can live without so why can't we
After all they're just like you and me
They cast their votes and no
street
Like bodies in an open grave
Underneath the broken old neon sign

That used to read 
Jesus Saves
A mile away live the rich folks
And I see
bodies in an open grave
Underneath the broken old neon sign
That used to read 
Jesus Saves
A mile away live the rich folks
And I see how they're
bodies in an open grave
Underneath the broken old neon sign
That used to read 
Jesus Saves
A mile away live the rich folks
And I see how they're
bodies in an open grave
Underneath the broken old neon sign
That used to read jesus saves

A mile away live the rich folks
And I see how theyre living
we pick which Benz to drive
The M.A.F.I.A. you wanna be em
Most of y'all niggas can't eat without per diem
I'm rich, I'mma stay that bitch

On, and on,
bikes
Take trips, live rich, eat good, get dips, stay hood, stack chips that's sick.

Verse 1 Az:

Sex, car clothes money and murda some souljahs to serva
eat
We've got to see through the wraping on the high street
Past barriers of culture that dictate our lives
We're busy consuming as the other half
to live
For my loaf of bread the people's player
I did what the culture said
And I live by the coast of Nostre Cid
Fuck around I'll knock your shoulder
niggas live
Handle your bid and kill no kids

[Raekwon the Chef]
Millionaire feat, whole family eat; yo, why'all niggas is weak
Got a bird beak, chirp
struggle and strive we pick which Benz to drive
The M.A.F.I.A. you wanna be em
Most of y'all niggaz can't eat without per diem
I'm rich, I'ma stay that bitch
and break the law
Too big to fail, too rich for jail

He can live without so why don't we
After all they're just like you and me
They cast their votes and no
got respect fo ma dead folks...prop fo ma nigga loccs
187 in the hood I can't say shit
one time thinking it was premeditate it
I can eat a view from
the rich folks
And I see how they're living it up
While the poor they eat from hand to mouth
The rich is drinkin' from a golden cup
And it just makes me
This sombitch nowhere's jewelled lights
Overflashing trade marks at war
"Hungry eat cake!" - "Thirsty Drink Cola!"
Piss stained boy slumps in
Yo, yo, I live it and I speak it
My religion is reefer
Big moneyin' to most, an uninhibited freak to sleep with
My visions are realistic, nothin' is
a trick, get me rich and the bitches will come
Bust my gun, make 'em all scatter
Bullets to my nuts only made my balls better, eat a dick biatch!
Mercy,
a trick, get me rich and the b****es will come
Bust my gun, make 'em all scatter
Bullets to my nuts only made my balls better, eat a dick biatch!
Mercy,
42nd street terminal

Yo, yo, I live it and I speak it
My religion is reefer
Big money and the most
Uninhibited freak to sleep with
My visions are
Celebrity the new drug
In america
Gotta have it
Gotta be it
So the young ones see it
Watch out now
Looka here now
In these get rich or die
[verse 1]
Celebrity the new drug
In america
Gotta have it
Gotta be it
So the young ones see it
Watch out now
Looka here now
In these get rich
income wage
Ask anyone who's locked in a cage
A couple with kids can't afford a place to live
Even if they have a good job
We're bring robbed by
shit, down to blast for cash
Cause from Eazy-E, to D.O.C., to D.P.G
Started from that S.O.B., D.R.E
Like Dub-C I'm rich rollin', pistol holdin'
Pockets