M.I.C. verses only
Hook-Are U fam or u food
When that front door knocks it's either fam or clocks u either clan or cops, either share or crop, ain't ma nor pops just pop pop pop,
Are u fam or u food
I'm too hungry keep tools on me, be friends fool or be food homie That's chop it up or be chewed homie
Are u fam or u food
When that front door knocks it's either fam or clocks u either clan or cops, either share or crop, ain't ma nor pops just pop pop pop,
Are u fam or u food
X be the mark where u spotted, nigga we starving ya head is the harvest, empty that gun just to fill up our stomachs

Verse 2- Ribs poking out we starving never plead or beg pardons post-mortem pick apart all dem playing j dubyas at apartment knocking, open up nigga!, black souls tucked under black ski, mask hand on da ass of da black heat, vomit hollows fill a hollow stomach, hi or low ain't no running from it, aiming shotgun shells at yo shell toes, Gregory Hines or them mine on da minds of da youth hunger games til u land mine, mind yours or making yours mine, but when stomachs rumble, it's gorge time, u dog pound or u dog food, u our folks or u alpo, slugs intro and u outro, purse or in a hertz , pick his pocket put him in da dirt, feed da family first, robin hood or live in thirst, ghetto living cursed, a life for a bite, nigga tell me what it's worth, haaan,
U gotty we needy, pow shotty u bleedy, Oh my goodness, goodness gracious who to blame us when we acheky at that da tummy u not mummy we bloody leave runny rumbly tummy me be sewage slummy cause me just hungry

Hook-Are U fam or u food
When that front door knocks it's either fam or clocks u either clan or cops, either share or crop, ain't ma nor pops just pop pop pop,
Are u fam or u food
I'm too hungry keep tools on me, be friends fool or be food homie That's chop it up or be chewed homie
Are u fam or u food
When that front door knocks it's either fam or clocks u either clan or cops, either share or crop, ain't ma nor pops just pop pop pop,
Are u fam or u food
X be the mark where u spotted, nigga we starving ya head is the harvest, empty that gun just to fill up our stomachs