Sick Hungry Mad Thugs

Lyrics

[Intro: Napper] Yo, OK then Right about now, yeah Stop what you're doing and listen up 'Cause this a big tune, yeah Press pause on that PlayStation Listen to this shit 'cause you need this shit in your life Yeah? Listen up [Verse 1: Lethal B] Yo, you've got the streets so fooled Got people thinking that you're really a real dude You're just a hype up king Bun a man straight, I know you won't win Pow! In your face You like that, yeah? You run it up, you'll get put in your place You run it up, you'll get a gun in your face, yeah So don't let me have to pull it Don't be getting rude just like Gullit You see? 9 millimil', .45 You see? Vest and a blacked-out ridе You see? Well, if you see, do the B You're not bullеtproof, do the B quickly Yeah, Da Bizzle, too much styley for them Da Bizzle, too much style [Chorus: Napper] Sick, hungry, mad thugs Sick, hungry, mad thugs Sick, hungry, mad thugs Ready to attack with (Pow! Pow! Pow!) Sick, hungry, mad thugs Sick, hungry, mad thugs Sick, hungry, mad thugs Ready to attack with (Pow! Pow! Pow!) [Verse 2: Jookie Mundo] I'm Munds, care what they say about me 'Cause I never stopped spitting 'cause it's all about me I'm Munds, swinging 'til my knuckles turn number Any situation, thugs, we don't runner I'm Munds, act like you're tough but you're not Sweet as sugar and Coco Pops And I'm Munds, big up the t'ugs in the ends T'ugs in the ends, they're my old school friends I'm Munds, sit down and laugh about you When I get joke when they tell me stories about you I'm Munds, you're a sheep in wolf's clothing For your waist, boy, what you really holding? Listen, but it seems like you're paranoid Blots on the pipe equals paranoid Don't ever come around here no more When you spit, I ain't gonna cheer no more [Chorus: Napper] Sick, hungry, mad thugs Sick, hungry, mad thugs Sick, hungry, mad thugs Ready to attack with (Pow! Pow! Pow!) Sick, hungry, mad thugs Sick, hungry, mad thugs Sick, hungry, mad thugs Ready to attack with (Pow! Pow! Pow!) [Verse 3: Fresh] Yeah, we're sick, hungry, hungrier than a bear Man, we come guns up inna di air Yeah, n***a, for all expenses Smashed straight back to your senses Kick back, hold your lip back Or I'll make your lip flat (straight up kick that) Fuck your crew, I don't care to spit that You hit me? N***a, I'll hit back, my kick fat Fuck that, n***a, you ain't shit I'm a top boy, you're just a bait shit I be ripping up slang, you never make shit Crap soundboy, how can I underrate shit? Fresh, I be the n***a that steps up Run up on a n***a, yeah, adding my cheques up I'm real-ion, better know the deal-ion Sick, hungry, mad thugs, we hold steel-ion [Chorus: Napper & Lethal Bizzle] Sick, hungry, mad thugs Sick, hungry, mad thugs Sick, hungry, mad thugs Ready to attack with (Pow! Pow! Pow!) Sick, hungry, mad thugs Sick, hungry, mad thugs (mind yourself, cuz) Sick, hungry, mad thugs (brap, know yourself) Ready to attack with (Pow! Pow! Pow!) [Verse 4: Demon] Do I spit this lyric? You probably won't like me Probably wanna clench your fists and fight me But that's alright, G, slewing me's unlikely Funny how you look like your wifey So she said she likes me 'cause I flow virgin, tightly Rated highly, don't slew slyly Don't think you can go by me Backstreets of Plaistow, that's where you'll find me Heard right, labels wanna sign me For the rock tune and the other tune with Mikey On the stage, you'll get air like Nike Your garms ain't pricey, there's nobody like me And if you ever get a deal before me I'll run up on the stage and take your glory Bring the war report like a [?] This is real life, cousin, it ain't no story, cuz [Chorus: Napper & Lethal Bizzle] Sick, hungry, mad thugs Sick, hungry, mad thugs Sick, hungry, mad thugs Ready to attack with (Pow! Pow! Pow!) Sick, hungry, mad thugs Sick, hungry, mad thugs Sick, hungry, mad thugs Ready to attack with (Pow! Pow! Pow!) [Chorus: Napper & Lethal Bizzle] Sick, hungry, mad thugs Sick, hungry, mad thugs Sick, hungry, mad thugs Ready to attack with (Pow! Pow! Pow!) Sick, hungry, mad thugs Sick, hungry, mad thugs Sick, hungry, mad thugs (big mic man, now) Ready to attack with (Pow! Pow! Pow!) [Verse 5: Napper] Say you wanna clash You're a black bag, getting thrown in the trash Bun like ash, head get smashed And trashed in front of the gash Send for the mash Bullets will scatter your body in a flash Face get red? Nah, I'm calm in a clash Still wanna clash, your face will get slapped And lash, inside that, it's slash Everybody knows that you don't get gash Everybody knows that you don't get nyash Guess it's bait that you bash To be really honest, yo, I'll get gash Then it needs a backlash Send for the gas, splay you fast Cash, hope you know I'll take your stash [Chorus: Napper & Lethal Bizzle] Sick, hungry, mad thugs Sick, hungry, mad thugs Sick, hungry, mad thugs Ready to attack with (Pow! Pow! Pow!) Sick, hungry, mad thugs Sick, hungry, mad thugs Sick, hungry, mad thugs (big mic man, now) Ready to attack with (Pow! Pow! Pow!)