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The Real G Money

Freddie Gibbs

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[Verse 1] As these drugs alter my heartbeat Ain't been taking my medication, don't get me started, G Hustling, jacking, murder, and macking been such a part of me Such an evil seed, wonder what will my son or daughter be? Killers I'm too crazy, ain't fit to raise 'em Streets might send yo daddy off on vacation or early grave him Asked my pastor, is there some special place in heaven for gangsters? In the eighth grade I was selling eight-balls off that pager, put it on my nation I'm done living out my shoebox Crack rock cooking on two pots Came up in the school of the ski mask Where you quick to make a punk bitch move out I'm raised way deep on the east side Right next to the Dorie Miller projects GDs, Vice Lords on the same set Wear ya hat the wrong way, you get popped at And I got a hundred round drum on the AK Killed a nigga and his homeboy the same day Now I'm looking for the third motherfucker cause I burn motherfuckers in the rap game same way And the label never gave no fucks Tell 'em only thing that dropped was these nuts Thinking that I'm playing with niggas cuz I don't cater to niggas I just be taking from niggas and I be waiting for niggas to get [Hook] Let's get it started Ho, we don't need no water, burn 'em Let's get it started Ho, we don't need no water, burn 'em Let's get it started Ho, we don't need no water Cause I woke up, lit my smoke up, cooked my dope up, and said fuck the world Woke up, lit my smoke up, and said fuck the world Woke up, cooked my dope up, and said fuck the world Woke up, lit my smoke up, and said fuck the world Woke up, cooked my dope up, and said fuck the world [Verse 2] If you gangsta and you know it nigga, stack ya' bands Whether you knee-deep in them kilos or you sacking grams This life we live, man, it's so cutthroat make you clap your friends No ambulance, they just took their bodies in matching vans Please call the coroner, left some trash on my corner, bruh I was on tour for the summer, every bitch I fucked was a foreigner And your bitch was a bust it, met the whole click, fucked, and recorded her Got some top at the Marriot, dropped her off in the morning Girl, my morning cup of coffee is a double cup of syrup Don't take orders from no nigga, fuck your boss and fuck the world And I'm good in every hood, don't need no passes or referral Me and crack go way back like starter caps and jheri curls Whip it girl [Bridge x2] From a G to a kilo To a mill from a motherfucking zero 4-5 when I look through the peephole Nigga, I'm the real G Money, no Nino [Hook]
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