Mouths To Feed Lyrics - Release Therapy - Ludacris

[Chorus: x2] 

Stop moving so slow 

I got mouths to feed 

Hurry up and lets go 

I got mouths to feed 

Rain, hail, sleet, snow 

I got mouths to feed 

So you already know I'm bout to get to that paper 

Listen, look I gotta feed my family by all means necessary. 

Cause pay checks are coming up shorter than February. 

Can't get a real job, I never finished school. 

Can't get no new close, I wore the same tennis shoes. 

But now the games changed, 

I'm all about the hustle. 

And even honkey knows best, I'm all about the muscle, 

I'm all about my team, 

I'm all about my green. 

I'm 'bout supply and demand, 

I'm 'bout to serve the fiends. 

And I'm a working dream 

I keep the circuit clean. 

See I'm the fucking future, I'm a working machine 

Don't trust a soul I'm the only one watching my cream so I stay in heavy rotation like a washing machine 

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[Chorus: x2] 

Mother fucker, I'm a monster in this game, 

I turn twenty into fifty 

Fifty to a hundred and a hundred to a Bentley 

Bentley to a building and a building to a scraper. 

Can't keep up with the news but I get that daily paper. 

And you's a daily hater cause my foot game is major. 

After a while crocodile, see ya later alligator. 

My baby need new shoes, her momma need Giuseppe's 

Mercedes need new shoes surrounded with Pirelli's 

A finger to the world I paid my dues and I'm ready 

To pack up all the tools and just cruise in the Chevy 

Million dollars deals making moves on my cellie cause I owe it to my girl to put food in her belly 

[Chorus: x2] 

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Wake up and smell the coffee. its time to make the donuts 

A kid who had a kid, my kid made me a grown up 

You ever threaten mines I won't resist to put the chrome up 

My guns'll be like gang signs (always getting thrown up) 

Atlanta put your zone up 

We true to these streets 

I got 12 hungry artists, whole crew gotta eat 

So hell no I don't sleep I'm like an energizer battery 

Got 19 employees I gotta pay they salaries 

My momma quit her job and I retired my pops 

Got killers on the payroll, I hired some cops 

I accept responsibility, they all pay rent 

So if it don't make dollars then it don't make sense. 

[Chorus: x2]