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lirik lagu napper - sick hungry mad thugs

[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 sh~t ’cause you need this sh~t 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)
f~ck your crew, i don’t care to spit that
you hit me? n~~~a, i’ll hit back, my kick fat
f~ck that, n~~~a, you ain’t sh~t
i’m a top boy, you’re just a bait sh~t
i be ripping up slang, you never make sh~t
cr~p soundboy, how can i underrate sh~t?
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 n0body 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!)

[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

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