Yeah

Uh

Ye ye yeah

That real s*** dog

Grrrrrrrr

Can't stop gotta eat, steppin'

On my feet, spread

Love thinking sweet, uh uh uh

What you catz don't know

(Repeat)

Yeah baby shits about to jump off

Waitin' for the bust, springing my man from up north

Been like three years when he got knocked

Since he got caught

Pumped up like five new blocks

Holdin' it down for him

Keeping straight rippin

Money on the books it ain't its crooks

Who look out for other crooks

Took him shoppin, money in his pocket

He's straight, dropped him off at the wifes crib after we ate

Out of state was the next move for me

Had to make that nigga chill for at least

Two to three months but once its on its on

He didn't care its like “slow down baby the money aint goin

nowhere.”

Keep in touch though and show how much yo ass is with it

The dough flow is there and in a minute you can get it

You got to watch a nigga just comin home in his game

Cause on the low he might be tryin to go against the grain

Can't stop gotta eat, steppin'

On my feet, spread

Love thinking sweet, uh uh uh

What you catz don't know

(Repeat)

I never figured this nigga for the shit that he pulled

What is strange is the change some niggas go through

When they locked down they really cant hack it

Mo'fucka like me handles the bid like a jacket

Strap it on my back, but niggaz aint built like me

And botherin niggaz is like “yo why you killed Mike D?”

“Wasn't me, but yeah he had it comin to him,

he used to be my dog, so I let my cousin do him.”

Sent him out of state with like half a brick down to my spot

In VA cause the money comes quick

Half of that got fucked up before I even got to check in on him

But things happen so I really wasn't wreckin on him

Got him up out of there, sent him down a little further

Aint heard from him in two months, murda, murda

Hopped on the next flight thinkin' I might have to steal

somethin'

This hungry shit will make a nigga wanna kill somethin'

Can't stop gotta eat, steppin'

On my feet, spread

Love thinking sweet, uh uh uh

What you catz don't know

(Repeat)

Listen, Money is missing and its hectic

Found the safe, checked it, shit looks neglected

Just what I expected, when I got no word from him

Asked around, but ain't nobody heard from him

But money talks, and most niggaz is snakes

So it wasn't long before his man was ready to take

Me to where he was at, checked my gat

Threw in the .4 clip, pumped myself up

Cause I cant go for that bullshit

Fuckin' with my last, no the cash ain't the issue

Its just real fucked up when your man tries to diss you

Thinking back to niggaz in new york, and how they told me so:

“Yo I gots to knock his boots, he owes me dough.”

Layin over da ho, then he hit me with the sob story

The famous “Oh you didn't know, I got robbed.” story

Told him this way, “You should be grateful too.”

“Fuck that bitch, look at what she made you do.”

Now theres love lost in a double cross

Pointed at that bitch, turned her brains into sauce

“So you wanna be with me, and talk to me like I'm silly”

Five bottles of "mo" on the floor, boxes of phillies

Ten G's in a shoebox under the bed

And for every G I put a fuckin slug in his head

Now from Daniel, the moral to the story if you missed it

Is the grain will always be there, just never go against it

Can't stop gotta eat, steppin'

On my feet, spread

Love thinking sweet, uh uh uh

What you catz don't know

Can't stop gotta eat, steppin'

On my feet, spread

Love thinking sweet, uh uh uh

So you catz don't know

You catz must not know