4 Chicken Wings and Rice

[Intro]
Word life, every day
Every single day
Same old thing, nah mean?
Just another struggle trying to put food in your stomach
Keep a roof over your head, that's what it's all about (word up)

[Verse 1]
Get up in the morning and I take a bath
Count my cash and, wash my ass and
Think about the days when I was broke, no joke
Lighting up cigarette butts just to get a toke
Starvin' Marvin I need a meal
Putting salt and pepper on a banana peel
I used to put the S on Skittles from 9 to 5
Do whatever I got to do to stay alive
30 cents away from a quarter
Going to the store for a forty of water
Hungrier than Jack, dreaming of a Big Mac
Two all-beef patties, special sauce and all that
But I can rap, I'ma get mines and blow up fat
But the landlord don't want to hear that
I'm Nine Double M, I'm gonna be a star
He said pay your rent I don't care who you are
Disgusted and busted, couldn't be trusted
Forget the hot-dog all I had was the mustard
So much pain, so many tears, so many years
My pockets had rabbit ears
But now I'm paid, I got money to burn
You had your turn, now it's my turn
To make mad ends, to spend with my friends
And to cruise in the Benz with the hens
Now I can eat lobster, three times a day
And not care about the price, but I remember
The four chicken wings and rice

[Chorus]
And now you snack on four chicken wings, see?
And now you snack on four chicken wings
And now you snack on four chicken wings, see?
And now you snack on four chicken wings
And now you snack on four chicken wings, see?

[Verse 2]
I want to stuff my pockets like a turkey
And hope that the record company don't jerk me
And work me like a prostitute, and keep my loot
Use and abuse me and make me want to shoot
I'm in it for the cash and the love not the fame
And I want proper representation of my name
Checks on time, royalties in affect
Don't bullshit me when it's time to collect
Life is a bitch and then you die
So I strive to stay alive and stay high
Sang a sad song, now I sing "Redrum"
So let the whole world know, here I come
All work and no play makes jack rich
I figured it out with that what you want shit
My pockets got hit, no more four chicken wings
Strictly rings and things the pussy that brings
Kings on the thrones, blessing microphones
Living in the castle Dark Mask got my back so
I know everything going to be alright
No more four chicken wings and rice, a'ight?

[Chorus]
And now you snack on four chicken wings
And now you snack on four chicken wings, see?
And now you snack on four chicken wings
And now you snack on four chicken wings, see?
And now you snack on four chicken wings
And now you snack on four chicken wings, see?
And now you snack on four chicken wings
And now you snack on four chicken wings, see?