4 Chicken Wings and Rice [Turkish translation]

[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?