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Nightbreed - “Thirsty” (x4) You can Curse me, (but I do this ‘cause I’m thirsty, so until the) Time (I get paid), rhyme, (I do these) crimes (with no mercy) I’m sick of being A bum, dwelling in the slums, feeling like a crumb When hungry, I chew on gum, my friends screaming, (“Ha, save me some.”) Beach towels On the floor like all ghetto rugs, house lit with sparks and lightning bugs No juice for the sockets, there’s no use for the plugs Eating Vegetarian heroes because I couldn’t afford the meat, washing it down With Sunny D juice ‘cause those were dirt-cheap. For snacks I mixed my favorite four bags of chips, mayonnaise Ketchup, and hot sauce I used as my dip Couldn’t get A grip on no real funds, so I stayed frustrated. Being broke Is what I hated, and, again, my moms mated. Now I Got a sister (Yeah, sister), and the dough is even tighter. Saw rich n***as in videos, so I became a rhyme-writer Not a biter ‘Cause I was taught “always strive to be the best,” stayed up late Writing rhymes, listening to beats for de-stress, but writing rhymes Is taking me too long to make these ends meet, so I grab A .45—it’s time to take it to the streets And I’ma make you leak By dumping lead by the tons if you get slick and not hand Over them ones, and if you’re strapped, I’m taking the guns to commit More crimes to buy new notebooks to fill with new rhymes I hate every jux I did, but f**k it. Hard was the times I wish I could quit I hate the fact my own people I got to stick. It’s like A base-head with crack being asked not to take a hit. Angry With the world, I dare you to knock this chip off my shoulder. I take What I want, don’t borrow nothing, so you can’t say I owe ya I never bluffed ‘Cause I’m a Buffalo Soldier ready to strike. I tried to get A deal during the day, so I had to steal during the night, but the process Is taking forever. To get fast money, I do whatever I done chose to do better, but, ‘til then, I c*ck back my hammer lever I know What goes around comes around, won’t let it slow me down. Come out Your clothes right now, I’ma hold you down from your shoulders down. Until My words the readers digest, I’m forced to lead my rest out on a Stick-up quest because I’m under constant stress (x2) So you can Curse me, (but I do this ‘cause I’m thirsty, so until the) Time (I get paid), rhyme, (I do these) crimes (with no mercy) I get dressed To lead my rest in on another robbery session Early morning, Big back ‘em down with the Smith & Wesson He must be packing action, body reactions is smooth, but I’ma show him What happen to fools that bust them dope moves They Lose ‘cause I’m having financial woes. My only Income is digging in your clothes like moles and leaving Holes. And the heroic type that wanna gripe, I have no Time to fight. I need to go before first light “Aight Listen, don’t let your conscious mislead you, think about that Family that need you because it’s no problem to feed you A face-full of bullets, continue stalling and I’ma pull it.” That’s when he Defecated. I guess he visioned his dome being decorated I hate it, I gotta end this before I catch a sentence But to the thief, that’s hard like pulling teeth at the dentist. I’d rather be Broken than poking n***as and their throat in For a box of smoke when them goony inmates hearing rhymes I’ve wroten What is rich? It’s not just for brothers in Comstock and Clinton. I have dreams Of going platinum and, all over the world, my joints hitting, bonfire Thirty-five lives in fat houses, banging you slouches’ Spouses on brand-new leather couches And I won’t have to Rob you for every penny ‘cause, by then, I’ll be flying First-class in New Guinea, with a slimmy on tour, ready to Rock in front of a crowd that’s elated, don’t know English But they’re saying my rhymes like they made it ‘cause I’m the mic-holder And I could drop The mic, flip the script, and still fold ya. Although we Strive for the good life, remember NBs are from the hood life Creampuff with tough looks, don’t worry about getting your Coach took We’re into creating fat hooks and filling up these notebooks Now Relax. All you suckers won’t get taxed. I’m working out of Studio, sixty-four tracks, and my sh*t is on wax, but just know If I don’t go gold with money to hold, I’ma buy some gloves Run and do sticks in the winter, my hands will get cold ‘cause I’m thirsty So curse me And I’m digging n***as ‘cause I’m thirsty, so until the (Time) I get paid, (rhyme), I do these (crimes) with no mercy And you can Curse me, (and I do this ‘cause I’m thirsty, so until the) Time (I get paid), rhyme, (I do these) crimes (with no mercy)
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