Hungry Ham

See this is Harlem, these our streets

Hungry Ham, that’s all we

Them niggas out here shining, niggas out here dying

Cause we never got along

We all go-getters, we go get it

Some gon’ fake it, half won’t make it

Get a chance to make it out, we taking it






Block (Hungry Ham)

Cause that’s my block (Hungry Ham)

Cause that’s my block (Hungry Ham)

Cause that’s my block (Hungry Ham)

Cause that’s my block (Hungry Ham)

Cause that’s my block (Hungry Ham)

Cause that’s my block (Hungry Ham)

Nigga what’s your block? (Hungry Ham)






Grandma used to call me Mickey Mouse but I’m no rat

On the block they threw a couple bullets, Warren Sapp

Seen my nigga’s family members buggin' off the crack

Your uncle smell like shit like he got garbage in his ass

I’m from 143rd, I come from Hungry Ham, ya heard?

Where the pigs'll lay you down and make a nigga bite the curb

Them kids is poppin’ Percs because they claim it cool they nerves

My crazy ass neighbors sprinkle (Hoo, hoo, hoo, ayy!)

Street name was Sterlin, smell like shit, vomit, urine

When my bitches come over they have the look of concerning

Like why he stand in the hallway with a milk carton and be lurking?

Why he jumping for joy when the whole building was just burning?

What about that nigga’s sash? Wore the socks on his hands

Purple coats in the summer, with the Glock in his pants

And he stabbed his own mama, how you do that to your fam?

Cause my block full of lunatics, call my shit Hungry Ham

Damn!






Block (Hungry Ham)

Cause that’s my block (Hungry Ham)

Cause that’s my block (Hungry Ham)

Cause that’s my block (Hungry Ham)

Cause that’s my block (Hungry Ham)

Cause that’s my block (Hungry Ham)

Cause that’s my block (Hungry Ham)

Nigga what’s your block? (Hungry Ham)

Nigga fuck your block (Hungry Ham)

Nigga fuck your block (Hungry Ham)

Nigga fuck your block (Hungry Ham)

Nigga fuck your block (Hungry Ham)

Better wear your Glock (Hungry Ham)

Better wear your Glock (Hungry Ham)

Better wear your Glock

I’ll be back, nigga (BLAH!)






Aunt: Yeah Sharon, I don’t know what’s going on. I seen your son on the corner and he was chillin’ with all of them-

Mom: Ooh, Darold...

Aunt: Yeah! Like he could be a rapper or something like-

Mom: Darold gon' get his ass beat!






My auntie ask my mama, “Did Darold quit his job?”

I seen him three days straight sitting on a car

My mama screaming, “Darold, c’mon, you ain’t quit yo job!”

Mama yes I did (Darold! Hoo hoo hoo ayy!)

My mama barking like doggies in front of my aunt and my shorty

I tell her, " I am a rapper", she suck her teeth and ignore me

All she see is my gold teeth with a white bitch and some 40's

I’m getting fame on computers, she don’t think this shit is for me

I used to pray for more women, now I get dozens of oldies

When I be hittin’ it doggie, she bark like hoo hoo hoo!

(Oh my, I’m horny!) Only when you want sex you callin’ me

Tellin’ me how much you want me but I think you’re full of baloney

I ain’t stressin’ you shorty, my shorty be stressin’ me, shorty

Claimin’ I’m messin’ with shorties and be undressin’ them shorties

I ain’t get no head from them shorties

Ain’t be in the bed with them shorties

Now what these condoms for?

And please don’t say these Magnums is for me






Girl: Are you serious, what the fuck is this?






I'm-I'm-I'm-I’m from Hungry Ham, y'all ought to know

Better get your ass another plan if you want to blow

Can’t play this corner for no more summers if you get my flow

We catching meat, but y’all niggas is buns, hoo hoo hoo ayy!






Block (Hungry Ham)

Cause that’s my block (Hungry Ham)

Cause that’s my block (Hungry Ham)

Cause that’s my block (Hungry Ham)

Cause that’s my block (Hungry Ham)

Cause that’s my block (Hungry Ham)

Cause that’s my block (Hungry Ham)

Nigga what’s your block? (Hungry Ham)

Nigga fuck your block (Hungry Ham)

Nigga fuck your block (Hungry Ham)

Nigga fuck your block (Hungry Ham)

Nigga fuck your block (Hungry Ham)

Better wear your Glock (Hungry Ham)

Better wear your Glock (Hungry Ham)

Better wear your Glock (Hungry Ham)

Papi, why you throwing things? (Hungry Ham)






I’ll be back! (BLAH!)