Meat Lyrics - Dinner & A Movie - Brotha Lynch Hung

Alarm clock, I hate alarm clocks 

Hey babe I gotta get up 

Real shit ya'll 

I only got enough money for some hamburger meat 

But I still ain't trippin that's the shit I like to eat 

But my son he like daddy this is all we got to eat 

I'm like son I'm about to sing big time 

I'm downloadin' beats and I'm a start writin' to em 

And if the fans don't buy em I'm a kill them in they sleep 

Bring the extra cheese 

We gonna eat somehow like the Vietnamese, Chinese, Japanese 

Gettin' dirty meats, make me some fuckn' stacks of G's 

With the a-r automatic uzi machine 

All you gota do is wash it off and then put it in the freeze 

And then we good for another couple of weeks 

When you get older like me you'll be tuckin the heat 

And if not you, you'll be stuck in the street 

I wanna say ya mom love you, but that's up to she 

But we gonna do what we gotta do n that's get the meat 

Strange music got my back they hopefully 

But if not they really ain't no hope for me 

That means you goin' through the same situation 

That means we gone keep goin' through the same shit you hatin' 

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Meat, we gotta find something to eat 

Even if we gotta go do it on the street 

Even if we gotta go shootin' with the heat 

Even if we lie to dude we gone get the meat, (meat, meat) 

I only got enough money for top ramen noodles 

My son lookin' at me like he don't wanna come to close 

He saw me in the bathroom cryin' it was to late 

I couldn't even keep a straight face, like 2 face 

All the mother fucka's around me they was to fake 

I ain't got an album out now they call me to late 

Bar b q yesterday, where the fuck was I at? 

A football game where's my mother fuckin' hi at? 

I remember lizz moore drive even after that 

Starin at my strange chain, thinkin' ain't goin' back 

I got a new life, I'm a get a new wife, 

I'm a get a new 9, I think it was do time 

No matter who's wrong or who right 

Life's like shakin' 'em up n rollin' 2 dice 

Thin slice, and my ol school homey like where you been ice 

Just marinatin, stomach achein shit ain't been right 

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Real shit ya'll... real shit ya'll... meat 

Hey kev wake up, fadin off, meat Yo kev wake up 

Lil Kevin wake up it's school time, get ya clothes on 

Don't no body love you like me 

We in the O zone, twilight zone 

All we got to eat today is bullshit 

Time for you to pray, but I don't pray I carry full clips 

You can't be like me cause I'm a fuck up, 

And if we both fuckn' up you gone be just like me 

It's gone be a tight squeeze, we can get through this 

You my 'lil nigga so nigga we gone do this 

Shit, I can count it on one hand 

Old as I am I can still cound it on one hand 

We both Kevin mann 

We both gotta stretch it out like a rubber band 

I got another plan, I got a million of em 

I'm a still come with em, I'm still run with em 

We gotta keep it goin, then I'm done with it 

That's it, I'm a whipe my hands 

I'm hella broke but I don't dance