The song Mouths to Feed is performed by Ludacris in the album named Release Therapy in the year 2006 .
Stop movin' so slow, I got mouths to feed
Hurry up and let's go, I got mouths to feed
Rain, hail, sleet, snow, I got mouths to feed
So you already know I'm 'bout to get to that paper
Stop movin' so slow, I got mouths to feed
Hurry up and let's go, I got mouths to feed
Rain, hail, sleet, snow, I got mouths to feed
So you already know I'm 'bout to get to that paper
Listen, look I gotta feed my family by all means necessary
'Cause paychecks are comin' up shorter than February
Can't get a real job, I never finished school
Can't get no new clothes, I wore the same tennis shoes
But now the game's changed, I'm all about the hustle
And even 'Hogan Knows Best', I'm all about the muscle
I'm all about my team, I'm all about my green
I'm 'bout supply and demand, I'm 'bout to serve the fiends
And I'm a workin' dream, I keep the circuit clean
See, I'm the f**kin' future, I'm a workin' machine
Don't trust a soul, I'm the only one watchin' my cream
So I stay in heavy rotation like a washin' machine
Stop movin' so slow, I got mouths to feed
Hurry up and let's go, I got mouths to feed
Rain, hail, sleet, snow, I got mouths to feed
So you already know I'm 'bout to get to that paper
Stop movin' so slow, I got mouths to feed
Hurry up and let's go, I got mouths to feed
Rain, hail, sleet, snow, I got mouths to feed
So you already know I'm 'bout to get to that paper
Motherf**ker, I'm a monster in this game, I turn 20 into 50
50 to a hundred and a hundred to a Bentley
A Bentley to a building and a building to a 'scraper
Can't keep up with the news but I get that 'Daily Paper'
And you'se a daily hater 'cause my foot game is major
After a while, crocodile, see you later, alligator
My baby need new shoes, her momma need Giseppis
Mercedes need new shoes surrounded with Pirellis
A finger to the world, paid my dues and I'm ready
To pack up all the tools and just cruise in the Chevy
Million dollar deals, makin' moves on my celly
'Cause I owe it to my girl to put food in her belly
Stop movin' so slow, I got mouths to feed
Hurry up and let's go, I got mouths to feed
Rain, hail, sleet, snow, I got mouths to feed
So you already know I'm 'bout to get to that paper
Stop movin' so slow, I got mouths to feed
Hurry up and let's go, I got mouths to feed
Rain, hail, sleet, snow, I got mouths to feed
So you already know I'm 'bout to get to that paper
Wake up and smell the coffee, it's time to make the donuts
A kid who had a kid, my kid made me a grown-up
You ever threaten mines, I won't resist to put the chrome up
My guns'll be like gang signs, always gettin' thrown up
Atlanta, put your zone up, we true to these streets
I got 12 hungry artists, whole crew gotta eat
So hell no, I don't sleep, I'm like a Energizer battery
Got 19 employees, I gotta pay they salaries
My momma quit her job and I retired my pops
Got killers on the payroll, I hired some cops
I accept responsibility, they all pay rent
So if it don't make dollars, then it don't make sense
Stop movin' so slow, I got mouths to feed
Hurry up and let's go, I got mouths to feed
Rain, hail, sleet, snow, I got mouths to feed
So you already know I'm 'bout to get to that paper
Stop movin' so slow, I got mouths to feed
Hurry up and let's go, I got mouths to feed
Rain, hail, sleet, snow, I got mouths to feed
So you already know I'm 'bout to get to that paper
Ludacris - Release Therapy
- Warning (Intro)
- Grew Up a Screw Up - Ludacris, Young Jeezy
- Money Maker - Ludacris, Pharrell
- Girls Gone Wild
- Ultimate Satisfaction - Field Mob, Ludacris
- Mouths to Feed
- End of the Night - Ludacris,
- Woozy
- Tell It Like It Is
- War with God
- Do Your Time - Ludacris, , Beanie Sigel
- Slap
- Runaway Love - Mary J. Blige, Ludacris
- Freedom of Preach