Neighborhood Hoez

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[Verse 1: Freddie Gibbs]
Sitting back, getting by dick sucked by the neighborhood ho
East side local 304, stay twisted off that reefer smoke
Stay twisted off them potent pills, might just taste the powder back
Candy nose, man I ran these hoes in a white Range Rove’, ’bout to pound her back
No strings attached, bitch might be a ho but she my homie though
She got that friendly pussy, when I touch down she let my homies go
Preacher’s daughter, choir every Sunday bitch you known to blow
When I was on the block broke back in ’04, bitch act like she ain’t know me though
But it’s all to the good, baby I forgive ya, hoes caught up in the hype
See the chrome shine bright, and now they think I’m they type of nigga
This ain’t a date and never hesitate, you can put your lips where you like but I like my swisha
“Fred you so cold on a ho,” I know but I just sit back and get chose
All about my stacks fuck a rat bitch I’m gon’ stay on ten toes
Got doctors, models, college freaks, and broads on strip poles
When I’m tipping in the G, gotta smoke one with my neighborhood ho[Hook x2: Freddie Gibbs]
Man, sometimes I like to kick it with them neighborhood hoes
Get drunk and puff a swisha with them neighborhood hoes
My bitch say I stay fucking with them neighborhood hoes
I swear, man it ain’t nothing like them neighborhood hoes[Verse 2: 2 Chainz]
I’m riding around and I’m getting it
You riding around and you didn’t
I am riding around with semis, life’s a bitch so I pimp it
Bread long like Pippen, Gucci on, not Dickies
I will dick her down so quickly
I draw pistols with no pencils
You know what I’m here for, that’s to get dough
Hotter than six niggas in a Pinto with the vents closed
Period, menstrual, sentimental bimbos
Telling me they love me but been with all my kinfolks
Want a slice like Kimbo, ice like igloo
I like a girl that like doing what her friend do
‘Specially if it’s me and I’m laying in the middle
And all my verses cold, my microphone should wear a trenchcoat
Trapping at the Citgo, yea the Citgo
Now I’m the shit, I remember when I was piss poor
Neighborhood hoes still hanging in the neighborhood
And I don’t have to talk too much cause my paper do[Hook x2]

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Let ’em Burn

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Money, Clothes, Hoes (MCH)

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Still Livin’

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G.I. Pride

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Str8 Killa, No Filla

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World So Cold

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Oil Money

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Rap Money

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Middle Of The Night

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Rep 2 Tha Fullest

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Let ’em Burn

Burn muthafucka burn!
I’m made, the shit you muthafuckas can’t fade
Jumped up off the porch and threw my nuts down in these streets, dog
Can’t lean on my daddy, told my family I’m gon’ feed y’all
Bitch niggas can’t stand me cause I won’t live on my knees, dog
Swear they gonna get at me, I’m in your hood
Bitch, I don’t see y’all
Gangsta Gibbs from gangsta island, nothing but money piling
To the ceiling is all I’m feeling and all I think about
It’s crazy how these controlled substances got us busting shit
I can’t control my life, it’s in sole control of the government
Across the nation it’s plenty niggas in litigation
Sneetches cut your throat to cut time and soften their situations
Serving hard or soft you know me I’m dead with them demonstrations
Haters can’t contest us, K-Y-S I can feel your frustrations
Yes some niggas tried to murk me
Guess those bullets wasn’t meant for me
I’m a catch they ass and burn ’em, you suckas get no sympathy
A menace to my city, I forever live in infamy
And I know your so-called history’s a mystery[Hook:]
I show niggas no pity
Run in my fuckin city
Don’t like it, come and get me
Father please forgive me
I’m a gangster, I’m a hustler
Couldn’t play me for no sucker
I’ll blow the roof up off this muthafucka
Let it burn
Burn, muthafucka, burn
We don’t need no water
These niggas don’t want no drama
I’m a terrorize these streets
Till these fools come get my like Osama
I ain’t ducking or hiding
When I’m out here smoking and riding
Heard there’s a hit on the babyface, bitch it ain’t hard to find him
Must I remind him? Gangster shit ain’t for play
You write this shit on the paper
But I live that shit every day
I seen the biz killed my dude in front of his family like some ho
Every time I hit the stage it’s four police at all my shows
Mother had him, mother love him
Courts and judges, motherfuck ’em
Thousand grammin’ went straight slammin’
In for life, it’s corporate thuggin
Wear the mask, up in all black, you bitches rather be proactive
Talked to Charlie Mack he said I got the city on my back
They call me Bobby Suds since these niggas can’t fade me
He got indicted by a snitching bitch named Stacey
I know these rapper niggas that got my brother’s skrilla thirty five
Said Fred you hot, so these thug niggas gon’ try to be by your side[Hook]

Money, Clothes, Hoes (MCH)

[Hook:]
And I stay up on my toes
Money, clothes, hoes [x3]
They say anything goes
For money, clothes, hoes [x3]
And I stay up on my toes
Money, clothes, hoes [x3]
They say anything goes
For money, clothes, hoes [x3][Verse 1:]
I got diamonds on my wood, bitches on my phone
Sturdy hoes like those they just can’t leave this dick alone
You remind me of my chick, got that for the bros
Took less than a week to hit that sweet and take it out
Pussy open for a pimp, make your daddy proud
Boy I bet she goes, she blow this dick I blow this pound
And we stay on purple drank OG in my wood
Only smoke that Cali shit I put that on my hood
I be thugging to the death of me straight G.I. rider
Ain’t no pussy in my pedigree
I mix the Molly with the Kesha that’s my recipe
I just sit back and let this reefer get the best of me
And now I be thugging to the death of me straight G.I. rider
Ain’t no pussy in my pedigree
I mix the Molly with the Kesha that’s my recipe
I just sit back and let this reefa get the best of me
And niggas know that[Hook][Verse 2:]
Got Versaces on my frame, Fendi on my waist
Girl you keep that thing up sit right up here on my face
She got that super wet, we get super freak
Keep it on the low don’t put my business in the street
You remind me of my chief something like my sound
Girl you know what’s up you turned it up I beat it down
It’s the realest niggas in it you already know
Gangsta of the year, got like 4 times in the row
I be thuggin’ to the death of me straight G.I. rider
Ain’t no pussy in my pedigree
I mix the Molly with the Kesha that’s my recipe
I just sit back and let this reefer get the best of me
I’ll be pimpin’ ’til the death of me straight G.I. rider
Ain’t no pussy in my pedigree
I mix the Molly with the Kesha that’s my recipe
I just sit back and let this reefa get the best of me
And niggas knows[Hook x2]

Still Livin’

What you know boy [x14][Verse 1:]
I’m still livin like a dope dealer
And these streets they got no mercy on a broke nigga
Gangsta Island so all my niggas gang bangers
Girls come get your cook up
I came up with the cane slangers
And I grew up next door to the dopeman
Chevy red CL coupe clean as a coke can
DEA been doing surveillance they in the dope van
Nowadays they pay Walter Payton that’s 34 bands
Yea, I’m still living like a jack boy
Got your family wrapped up in tape, I’m ’bout the sack boy
And I heard it ain’t where you from it’s where you at boy
Make sure every place that I’m at next to the strap boy
Killing em, shit from these verses put holes in hearses
And these truckers need some product to purchase some at their service
Used to sale my yellow and nextel play for the chirpers
Ain’t no doubt we don’t check out CTE they close the curtains[Hook:]
And I’m still, still livin like a dope dealer
Finger on the trigger I ain’t taking shit from no nigga
Still, I’m still living like a dope boy
Wrapping up the pack of drugs traffic what you know boy
And I’m still, still livin like a dope dealer
Finger on the trigger I ain’t taking shit from no nigga
Still, I’m still living like a dope boy
Wrapping up the pack of drugs traffic what you know boy[Verse 2:]
Still cashing at dope check
Guns a contraband know that
Street said that I marked for death
And might be the one to give smoking next
Might fuck around might beat it down
That ass round and that throat wet
You a pussy boy straight cold Tecs
Got a hundred rounds bitch hold that
Bitch hold that, bitch hold up
Bitch know what that 4 bust
Bought a 14 of that straight hard
And served every geeker that rolled up
That straight trap with no raps with me
OT but they pack with me
Moonwalking on dope bitch I know real niggas on Jackson street
25th, 49th, cali kush over night
Come back to my store dawg to make sure you got your order right
And my shop might close up so make sure you put your orders in
Just another day another dollar ducking court again
Wrapping up the pack of drugs traffic watching out
Winter summer spring fall nigga shovel snow
And if I could I’d dig a tunnel straight to Mexico
Pass me my strap I think the police at my door because I’m[Hook]

G.I. Pride

[Verse 1:]
I was born in small town with big dreams
Pops told me as a child I would do big things
Used to watch him in the mirror when he used to rehearse
Hella talented but talent wasn’t makin’ no merch
Another product of that Gary, Indiana
Sex, drugs, and murder
Dirty politicians, dirty police, dirty burners
On the streets as a worker
Was a very fast learner
School never taught me how to be a earner
Before you mothafuckers bother me just take a look at this economy
Cause economically we at the bottom
So playa hatin’ niggas copy me
My enemies they tried to body me
But couldn’t get to me before I got ’em
A motherfuckin’ problem
Gangster Gibbs
When I do it do it big
Put it down for the crib
Rap shit to totin’ that cash shit
And it’s plain to see
That it ain’t no changin’ me[Hook:]
I’m comin’ live from the
G, A-R-Y
Good or bad, right or wrong
Where the young boys die
No mercy, no pity in my city and it’s plain to see
That it ain’t no changin’ me
Nigga I’m fresh up outta
(Gary Indiana, Gary Gary Indiana)
I’m straight up outta
(Gary Indiana, Gary Gary Indiana)
I said I’m fresh up outta
(Gary Indiana, Gary Gary Indiana)
Nigga I’m straight up outta
(Gary Indiana, Gary Gary Indiana)[Verse 2:]
I’m comin’ live from the
G, A-R-Y
Good or bad, right or wrong
Where the young boys die
No mercy, no pity, not a tear in my eye
Why cry, I’m a blaze another blunt n’ get high
Look in the sky, blow the smoke to my niggas
Pray to God for forgiveness
Yes I’m sinnin’ but I’m winnin’ and it’s bidness on you bitches
You can go against my wishes and put a stop on my riches
Then my peeps leave you sleep in Lake Michigan with the fishes
Niggas think that it’s fictitious till they hear that ratta-tatta
Niggas scatter
Even senior citizens tote the hammer
Thought that Gary, Indiana was movin’ on up the ladder
But I guess it didn’t matter when the crackers got sick’a Hatcher
They turn their back to us
Introduce crack to us
Got you ridin’ with that iron in that black Buick
I been through it, you can feel it in my music
Cook it up and move it
This is how we do it[Hook:]
I’m comin’ live from the
G, A-R-Y
Good or bad, right or wrong
Where the young boys die
No mercy, no pity in my city and it’s plain to see
That it ain’t no changin’ me
Nigga I’m fresh up outta
(Gary Indiana, Gary Gary Indiana)
I’m straight up outta
(Gary Indiana, Gary Gary Indiana)
I said I’m fresh up outta
(Gary Indiana, Gary Gary Indiana)
Nigga I’m straight up outta
(Gary Indiana, Gary Gary Indiana)[Verse 3:]
Nigga I represent the East side
7-tier GBT town
Riff block, valley boy
Nigga catch a beat down
Midtown, Marshalltown, Avignon, Goldmiller
GV Concord
Bronx niggas real killas
Etna to Ironwood, full of crazy niggas
Shady niggas, can’t forget ’bout my Delaney niggas
And all my homies through the streets of the G
I’m gonna let the streets speak though me
It’s for them cats pushin’ packs in the hallway
Doin’ it the hard way
Posted on the corner like liquor stores on Broadway
Watchin’ for the jackals keep ’em clappin for the gunplay
Live for the day
Motherfuck what a nigga say
I’m just showin’ off my GI pride
Anywhere the kid go, you know GI ride
So I dedicate this record to my GI thugs
And I bleed the same GI blood[Hook:]
I’m comin’ live from the
G, A-R-Y
Good or bad, right or wrong
Where the young boys die
No mercy, no pity in my city and it’s plain to see
That it ain’t no changin’ me
Nigga I’m fresh up outta
(Gary Indiana, Gary Gary Indiana)
I’m straight up outta
(Gary Indiana, Gary Gary Indiana)
I said I’m fresh up outta
(Gary Indiana, Gary Gary Indiana)
Nigga I’m straight up outta
(Gary Indiana, Gary Gary Indiana)

Str8 Killa, No Filla

[Verse 1 – Freddie Gibbs:]
Five shots to the face, that’ll do the trick
But I’ll [?] before I do you, bitch[?] for the 223 for the fuck niggas you moving with
And it feel like ’em when I’m on this robbing spree I hope yo crew agree
Snatching on these simple-ass niggas claim they gon’ murder something
Niggas been talking bout murkin’ the Gangster, you hoes ain’t murkin’ nothing
To the street shit a nigga never been no stranger, choppers? Keep a couple dozen
Never been the bird man, but I done robbed a couple of ’em
I get such a rush as I watch ’em beg for they fucking life
Reaper came down and hit the switch and turned off your fucking lights
Bitches be like, “Don’t talk to Freddie, that nigga crazy”
When I first jumped off the porch older niggas tried to play me, but I got
Big balls, big paws on a small puppy
Now I’m the big dog and you mutts ain’t got nothing for me
Fresh out the guts, most niggas fear it, few niggas love it
Just give me my motherfucking money
Cause all I got is…[Hook:]
Straight killa, no filla
No sipping for a ho
Ain’t taking shit from no nigga
I came up in the fingers with jackers and dro dealers
Sorry partner but I can’t be rolling with ya
I gots to get my cheese…[Verse 2 – Big Kill:]
Been in the streets too long, nigga I gotta shine
Yeah, I might hate doing wrong but bitch I gotta grind
Daughter need shoes, my sons need clothes
Two baby mamas fussing, I ain’t stunting these hoes
I’m slamming them Chevy do’s
Blowing Kill behind the wheel
Gittin’ mo’ and sliding them boulders out the Bonneville
You say [?] go hard, but his momma will
Jacked him for his package, dropped his body off behind a mill
Big Kill! Bitch I’m known to pull a 211
Them Gary police are scared of that 187
I see ’em on me so I bend a couple corners then
San Antonio to Dayton, get back on the feds
Nigga got that straight drop, hand block stay hot
Girls say he bout to test a nigga, bitch I think not
.45 sands[?] leave you leaking out your tank top
Fuck with me I’m down to let them things pop
Cause I got that…[Hook:]
Straight killa, no filla
No sipping for a ho
Ain’t taking shit from no nigga
I came up in the fingers with jackers and dro dealers
Sorry partner but I can’t be rolling with ya
I gots to get my cheese…[Verse 3 – Freddie Gibbs:]
Neckid bitch, white sheet on the stretcher bitch
Gone in sixty seconds bitch, couple shots is all I left ’em with
Hit ’em for the muhfuckin weight but I got my face sliced up by some mexicans,
Muhfuckas bout they luda, stab and shoot ya for them presidents
Cause ever since we was toddlers, we knew that we needed dollars
Tryna live off illegal product, yeah the shit they don’t teach in college
Most niggas don’t need no products, these corners is all they know
My homie 16 and won’t see daylight till he 64
That’s just how we livin’ though, with limited opportunity
Twisted of reefer, parents and teachers could not get through to me
My nigga pimp was schoolin’ me, put me up on the game
Don’t think with your dick, but make ya bitch keep yo dick on the brain
Since then I been on it mane, and ain’t thought about lookin’ back
When push come to shove you can’t be no pushover pushin’ packs
So bitch what you lookin’ at? Keep them eyeballs to the floor
We robbin’ these rappin’ niggas for actin’ like they ain’t know
You fuckin’ with a KILLA[Hook:]
Straight killa, no filla
No sipping for a ho
Ain’t taking shit from no nigga
I came up in the fingers with jackers and dro dealers
Sorry partner but I can’t be rolling with ya
I gots to get my cheese…

World So Cold

The most perfect mistake I made
Really knew that I gave it raw to any bitch I laid
But I did it whether love or lust it ain’t no thing
Just can’t wait for you see the light of day so I pick yo name
Watch you take yo first breath stumble and take yo first step
Speak yo first word, yes I’m so blessed
To be a part of something greater than me
So you you can be anything you dedicated to be
Cuz I ain’t dedicate myself to nuttin’ but these streets
So this how we gotta eat from pills to green leafes
Rocks to white powder, butter to raise cheddar
Got the blood of a thug but you gon’ be raised better than that
And I know that I’d be filled with joy
Whether he blessed me with a healthy girl or boy
I’mma praise you, even though it’s hard to raise you in a world
A world so cold
It feels like I’m barely breathin’
And the blood in my veins so close to freezin’ my
Momma raised me but she couldn’t save me from a world
A world so cold
Cause when a nigga barely make it
He forget how to ask for shit he just take it
I can raise you but I can’t save you from a world
A world so cold
Yo I can keep it in a needle in a dope fiend vein
80s through the present seen the dope scene bang
Lookin’ at 80 years over 14 thangs
Momma prayin’ for a son with hopes that he change
Hope’s that he’ll get it together he make her nervous
Just the thought of her attending a child funeral service
What a horrifying sight to see
Not a healthy way of life but it’s the life for me
So now I gotta make life right for you or my life’s a waste
Me and yo Momma argue everytime she she my face
She beggin me to settle down but I don’t play like that
A rollin’ stone so my home’s where I lay my hat
You know I get right back
I ain’t husband material so I don’t spend my time like I spend my
Scratch
But I’mma clothe you, feed you, never gon’ leave you in a world
A world so cold
It feels like I’m barely breathin’
And the blood in my veins so close to freezin’ my
Momma raised me but she couldn’t save me from a world
A world so cold
Cause when a nigga barely make it
He forget how to ask for shit he just take it
I can raise you but I can’t save you from a world
A world so cold
She’s seven months you gon’ be here in a lil’ bit
Move yo momma in, got the colors for ya room picked
Baby shower, baby shoes, all type of new shit
Sideline hoes I don’t want nuttin’ to do wit
How can I play y’all while I watch her carry you around
I got excited from pictures of your ultrasound
She told me I’mma have a son and I’m the one
And she at the doctor’s office for a visit, can I come
Dead Silence, News got it dead in the room
Pregnancy complications left you dead in the womb
Maybe I take the blame God punish me for old sins
The tears hit me when I think of what you could have been
I flame jane try to smoke away the pain
But I know the bond that we made wasn’t in vain
Could have been my little Freddie
But I guess you wasn’t ready for a world
A world so cold
It feels like I’m barely breathin’
And the blood in my veins so close to freezin’ my
Momma raised me but she couldn’t save me from a world
A world so cold
Cause when a nigga barely make it
He forget how to ask for shit he just take it
I can raise you but I can’t save you from a world
A world so cold

Oil Money

[Verse 1 – Chuck Inglish:]
Where do we have to go?
I don’t know, let me know where we end up
Cause I’m not about to sit and watch it get us
Just picture the stickers is on it
And its flashy, flauntin‘, funny but them people only want that gold to pawn it
I need that gold to wear it on the court like I’m Jordan
Performin‘, I’m scorin’ way more than I’m supposed to
And I’m lookin’ way better in person than my photos
But lets not talk about me
Lets talk about this
If it’s too hot, then take your hands off
Pass it like Joe Montana
Champions
Hats off, salute
Now what do you look forward to, the landing or the take off
Get back, cause them Apes I gotta Harlem Shake off
I got the paint; I just need some shit to paint on[Hook – Dan Auerbach:]
This is a lullaby
Not intended to make you cry
But to open up your eyes
And in this lullaby
You got to do right
Before you die
Before you die[Verse 2 – Chip Tha Ripper:]
Cleveland nigga, wintertime I catch a flight to somewhere sunny
Come to visit
Fuck yo couch they shouldn’t have gave us niggas money
For the honeys
Like they woulda said in ‘94
Bumpin’ Jodisee, and anything I say’ll prolly go
While we smoking in that ‘Lac truck, headed to the mall
Now we coppin’ even though I left my wallet in the car
Yeah she got it, deposit: we got it, good credit, good head, and it’s all copasetic
She cool and she get it, priceless
And nice tits, she got that look twice chest, she righteous; we might just
Valet the Mercedes in the front just to give ‘em what they want
Cameras flashin’, hoppin’ out with the blunt[Hook][Verse 3 – Freddie Gibbs:]
Who knew this rappin’ shit would pay off
I’m firin’ up the kill like I got fired on my day off
Seen a whole lotta niggas get broken by some broad they like to break off
And the same old bitch they spent that change with be the same bitch I’m gon’ shake off
The monster of the mid yo
Quick to Richard Dent a nigga
Peace to all my OT hoes and the gifts they love to send a nigga
Fresh white socks and a black d bones
We done broke down bags with the realest niggas
Spittin’ these flows on stage at the show, blowin’ Optimos and Swishas witcha
(Feel it nigga?)
If y’all don’t, then I can keep my day job
Ski mask my uniform, them dope dealers gon’ stay robbed
T-top ceiling and my dank still stankin’ and I crush ya feelings like the Saints did Peyton[Hook][Verse 4 – Bun B:]
Fresh pair of Levi’s, white tee, and 6 Carmines
Hoppin’ out some 2010 shit; yes, the car’s mine
Sittin’ in Corinthians sit back watch the stars shine
I know you starstruck, shit I can leave a star blind
Booyah, just like Isiah
A playa, the pro bowl, the mayor
I’m so cold, they stare
The ho stroll’s prepared, I’m pimpin’ my ride out
Then back to my lair
The honeycomb hideout
Your honey’s gon’ hide out in my crib like a fugitive
She wanna have a ball; I told her I got two to give
She wanna see the flashin’ lights and red carpet
I let her pop a double stack, I’m tryin’ to start shit
She’s on a bear skin, layin’ in her bare skin
Her body’s super thick and it’s fair skin – I’m there then
On the sofa, smokin’ jacket, Gucci loafers, and I’m blowin’ on a Swisher, while she’s blowin’ me
Its over [Repeat x6]

Rap Money

[Verse 1: Freddie Gibbs]
Take a dance with the devil if you will
Hit the booth to lay my vocals with a seven of some kill
Still addicted to the reefer, been a chiefer since a teen though
Started serving sacks of stress, weed through my screen door
Went to banging them boulders through my burglar bars
Knowing every fiend that I serve, I could get served with a charge
People set me up, tried to rob me in my cousin garage
Even your family will fuck you, fuck love, its just a facade
I need some rap money, pimping my pen, getting paid, bitch
Paper in my pocket before I jump on the stage, bitch
Let them labels know that a piece of change ain’t gonna change him
Cuz’ way before I gave you this Gary thing I was slanging, banging
Eastside niggas gotta eat
Got caught up on 65, it’s been dry for about a week
Pray to the heavenly father, now I lay me down to sleep
I promise I’ma take my hands up out the streets if I could only get some rap money[Hook: Freddie Gibbs]
Ya rather do this shit than that shit
Don’t get it fucked up that’s just some rap shit
Ya rather do this than that shit
Don’t get it fucked up that’s just some rap shit[Verse 2: Daz Dillinger]
Started smoking Chronic out with Doctor Dre
Youngest out the group, wishing and hoping to get paid
Starving on two bags of weed with seven niggas
Created Doggystyle, the youngest up out to live the Dogg Pound
Still hungry, poured us some dog food, alleged
Don’t try to tell me dreams don’t come true
Formatted the plan, the motherfucking man
Rap money in my hand, mo’ G’s and mo’ gram
Hooked up with Pac, all eyes on me
Just call me that nigga Daz or the D-A-Z
Twenty years later I’m here just like I never left
Rock the motherfucking stage, every night I collect
Worldwide respect, keep it independent
Distribute and press my own CDs, ya little nigga
Sixty days later this how a nigga spend it
Rap money, hundred thousand sold, nigga meal ticket
Love rap money[Hook]

Middle Of The Night

[Hook: Wayne Blazed (Freddie Gibbs)]
In the middle, in the middle of the night
Why you laying down sleeping
I’m a wake you up with it, in the middle of the night
Baby I ain’t trying to hold you
I just wanna bend it over, in the middle of the night
(What you wanna do, how you wanna do it)
In the middle of the night
(What you wanna do, how you wanna do it)[Verse 1: Freddie Gibbs]
What you wanna do, how you wanna do that
… we’ve been running and do that
Rolling down the pow love the way she move that
Tryin to bend it over you already knew that
Hit you with the dope never been the one who sugar cope
Girl I’m tryin to pope that’s the real shit I ever saw
Love you what you wearin’ but I’d rather see you naked though
Work it cause I know you’re a professional
Shit zip tight, hit me up work I know you want in midnight
I still be up you call my phone you’re tryin to get right
You know that pussy so amazin, type a shit that make a nigga chase it
And I’m blowing up the phone in the day time
Tryin to stay away fucking you a face time
But that mean I keep the G you never break mine
I just need a little time, girl you’re mine break the spine
In the middle of the night[Hook][Verse 2: Freddie Gibbs]
Uh yeah, lot of shows, lot of freak hoes
In the names in locations can repeat those
And straight cause I can’t remember how to lead though
Shame got a pendy but you busy in the sheets though
Baby got a baby but she strictly in the peddy
So people say she crazy but I swear she bitch she with it
Got me cuttin on my own bitch and man I’m talking bout some cold bitch
See you in the act like I don’t know bitch face down
Ass up, that’s the way you like it
And I ain’t try to wife it, but I’m all night it
And bitches at the all star make me all night
I’m tryin the shit they never did I break it all like it
But I rather how you want dick
Every time make commitment know you want that
I’m tryin let you with this gangs and we baby can you fuck with it
I’m a wake you up with it in the middle of the night[Hook][Bridge: Wayne Blazed]
The way you wearing laying there naked you
All I can think about is sexing you
I know you gotta go to work
But baby let me go to work
I see you [?] for your morning
Then you turn all around and you look at me
Oh, you put it on me[Hook]

Rep 2 Tha Fullest

[Verse 1: Freddie Gibbs]
Never ever been on my level
Fuck with Fred you face to face with the devil
Raise hell to raise my funds up
Bitch I was raised in the ghetto
Pedal to the medal, foot to the floor
Three hundred fifty horses rolling
On the run cause I just kicked in the door
Hit a lick, the whip reported stolen
Tell me who out here got my back
And my dawg just got forty flat
A lot of niggas wanna hold with your four
At the end of the day man I hold my strap
And it ain’t been no holding back
Hear my life told in all my raps
You probably got a problem with that
But the Midwest street shit I brought it back
What what you want, custom air Jordan’s
Cab slammin on Chrome trill
Bitches who pack straps in their bag
Stacking their own- Cheaaa
Indica, Sativa, my reefer stocked tall as palm trees
Rap is for dick suckers and divas I don’t recall these
Type of niggas living and breathing but I reside that
Eastside 17th streets of the G I survive that
To the hood niggas go to school do right
This shit I’m doing, nigga you could do life
Before I pick the mic I earn my stripes[Hook: Freddie Gibbs (Jay Rock)]
I represent it to the fullest
Any given day could die by the bullet
Strictly no perpetrating when I pull it
(I represent it to the fullest
Niggas across the nation, narcotic cooking
Every block, every hood we proud of pushing)
I represent it to the fullest
Any given day can die by the bullet
Strictly no perpetrating when I pull it
(I represent it to the fullest
Niggas across the nation, narcotic cooking
Every block, every hood we proud to push it)[Verse 2: Jay Rock]
Living every day like it’s my last
In this fast lane, in this race is for that cash
Watts city representer, 9 double O 5 9
Got a pound for the low, whatchu smoke
Too gutta, too grimy in these LA Times
You will find, Blood or Crip, don’t matter who you are
Niggas love to trip
Bitch niggas talk loud
Then it’s complete silence when it bark BLOW
Niggas don’t never talk it out
They spark it out, then them coroners come to chalk you out
That’s what it is, another unsolved mystery
Bullets don’t never have a name
Niggas just aim, squeeze and bust
When your time is up, dawg you history
Like a hieroglyph, every 24/7 on survival shit
If you floss flagging niggas kill you on some rider shit
Know who you riding with, friends backstab
Bitches it’ll get you killed, in this field for sure
It’s no joke on this front line
We in the trenches with big blammers, no punchlines
Ducking the one time
Got a heart of a soldier
Ain’t no fear in my eyes
First signs of submission
Niggas eat you alive
Predators get squash
That’s how it be happening
When you relaxing
Knowing you’re responsible for your actions
I spit that real reality rap
I do it for the hood where yo analogy at[Hook: Freddie Gibbs (Jay Rock)]
I represent it to the fullest
Any given day can die by the bullet
Strictly no perpetrating when I pull it
(I represent it to the fullest
Niggas across the nation, narcotic cooking
Every block, every hood we proud of pushing)
I represent it to the fullest
Any given day can die by the bullet
Strictly no perpetrating when I pull it
(I represent it to the fullest
Niggas across the nation, narcotic cooking
Every block, every hood we proud of pushing)

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