FREDDIE GIBBS


The Real G Money Lyrics

As these drugs alter my heartbeat
Ain't been takin my medication, don't get me started G
Hustlin', jackin', murder and mackin' 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 and early grave em
Asked my pastor, is there some special place in heaven for gangsters?
In the 8th grade I was selling 8-balls off that pager, put it on my nation
I'm young, thuggin out my shoebox
Crack rock cooking on 2Pac
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 mothaf*cka 'cuz I burn mothaf*ckas in the rap game same way
And the label never gave no f*cks
Tell 'em only thing that dropped was these nuts
Thinkin' that I'm playin with niggas cuz I don't cater to niggas
I just be taking from niggas and I be waiting for niggas to get

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
Cuz I woke up, lit my smoke up cooked my dope up and said f*ck the world
Woke up, lit my smoke up and said f*ck the world
Woke up, cooked my dope up and said f*ck the world
Woke up, lit my smoke up and said f*ck the world
Woke up, cooked my dope up and said f*ck the world

If you gangsta and you know a nigga stacking bands
Whether you knee deep in them kilos or you sacking grams
This life we live, man, its so cutthroat make you clap your friends
No ambulance, they just took their bodies in matching vans
Please call the ner, left some trash on my corner
I was on tour for the summer, every bitch I f*cked was a foreigner
And your bitch was a bust it, met the whole click, f*cked 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 f*ck your boss and f*ck 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

From a G to a kilo
To a mill from a motherf*ckin zero
4-5 when I look through the peephole
Nigga, I'm the real G Money, no Nino
I said, from a G to a kilo
To a mill from a motherf*ckin zero
4-5 when I look through the peephole
Nigga, I'm the real G Money, no Nino, nigga

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Songwriter(s): Freddie Gibbs, Stephan Taft
Record Label(s): 2013 ESGN
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