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Mc Chris - 4 Da Shorteez

4 da shorteeeeeeeez! (Doin' it 4 da shorteez)
4 da shorteeeeeeeez! (Doin' it 4 da shorteez)
4 da shorteeeeeeeez! (4 da shorteez)

4 da shorteez, gather 'round and let me tell ya somethin'.
4 da shorteez, can't you hear them little stomachs rumblin'?
4 da shorteez, yo, ya gonna eat that raggamuffin?
4 da shorteez, let's show the shorteez some lovin'
C'mon, my name is Sir Loin, bad ass bovine
I got four stomachs, but only one stomach in mind
That's a little empty belly with a vacancy sign
Kinda like close encounters of the charity kind
Ya got canned goods just collectin' dust
Ya got meat, got fruit, got vegetables
Only prerequisite is that it's edible
Get ya freak on at my freaky food festival
Cold cuts a must, I'll even take bread crust
Cause the shorteez be beggin', so begga's don't give a fuck
They's hungry, let's face facts, they starve
Fill a void in your heart, fill ya shoppin' cart, 4 Da Shorteez

4 da shorteeeeeeeez! (4 da shorteez, y'all)
4 da shorteeeeeeeez! (4 da shorteez)

Think at what's at stake, look upon your plate
If it's a slab o' steak, time to regurgitate
Ya got a double chin, while little jim's too slim
Ya little fingers could fit in that little kid's exposed ribs
Just think of all da shorteez, can't ya hear 'em cry?
Time to cough up that burger and fries
Hand over left overs, cans piled sky high
Give to the hungry shorteez, so the shorteez won't die
Stop the famine, please, instead of eatin' ham and cheese
Throw away your greens, you be pissin' on a dream
Gimme all your onion rings, it's a'ight, listen
A slice a pizza, it don't matter if a bite's missin'
Prime rib, porkchop, porterhouse, it don't stop
It might seem like hog slop, to the shorteez it's a lot
They been hungry since birth, so hand over your desert
Open up your mouth, stick a finger down, it could be worse
Listen closely, gimme all your groceries
Cause a little baby's screamin' "Man, I need a hoagie!
Somebody hold me, somebody console me, somebody boil me up a pot o' perogies! " Think of what we're facin' all those little faces, c'mon it's a racist 4 Da Shorteez

(Check it out)
Doin' it 4 da shorteez
Doin' it 4 da shorteez
Doin' it 4 da shorteez
(Doin' it 4 da shorteez, y'all!)
4 Da Shorteeeeeeeez!

Got crackers, got chips, got puddin' cups
You'd be surprised what little shorteez like to munch
Could be trash, could be mold, could be excrement
Could be a bag o' old diapers, they'd call that lunch
Mayonaise been out for a couple o' days
Li'l kid corpses, scabs and eggs
Sweet bread, pig heads, horse heads, too
Wanna drop it like it hot? here's what ya do!

(4 da shorteeeeeeeez!)
6-1-2 Wharf Avenue, what?
6-1-2 Wharf Avenue, what? !
(4 da shorteeeeeeeez!)
6-1-2 Wharf Avenue, what? !

But, please, no more canned yams, seriously man. We got more canned yams than we know what to do with. MC Pee Pants in the h-I mean... uh, Sir Loin's in the house, and I'm out!

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