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da real gee money - jack who? lyrics

[intro]
what up b-real?
tbg gorilla gang
say gee, you know if you bring that pistol, you know fired n-gga

[da real gee money]
i ain’t even trippin’ i got that b-tch on me

[bridge]
with that pistol imma ride with it
if i get caught up or down bad i’m taking my fire with it
ain’t neva slippin dawg i gotta keep that iron with me
my momma pray for me, she know i’m living wild n-gga, wild n-gga

[hook]
jack who? take what? n-gga never
mask up, spray some, go get the shovel
flash out, we can take it to dat level
crash out, my g i’m really ’bout whateva

[verse]
see im out [?] that blvd adopted me
got a a+ at hitting licks and pulling robberies
we jack sh-t, we wack sh-t, no mask in broad day
like charlamagne, we untamed, might show up where you stay
been wilding out my body since i beat my last case
if a n-gga get out they body, quik gone put ’em in they place
cruising through yo section with that pistol when i ride
before i let a n-gga k!ll me i’ll rather do that fire
how yo section thuggin’ when yo big dawg a rat?
all up in a n-gg- paper but not running to dat lick
i ain’t with that rap beefing n-gga, i’m just stating facts
boy yo whole team p-ssy
all you b-tch n-ggas got jacked

[hook]
jack who? take what? n-gga never
mask up, spray some, go get the shovel
flash out, we can take it to dat level
crash out, my g i’m really ’bout whateva

[verse]
time to set the record straight
let me get it clear
sleepy what’s the business?
“ain’t nun of these n-ggas real”
sorry i just can’t respect the fake (i can’t)
been done ran up on a n-gga
slapped him dead up in his face (p-ssy)
i’m warning you lil n-ggas, it’s over with if you play with us (you dead)
my n-ggas robbers and k!llers, better put yo paper up! (lemme get that)
ain’t got no time for that back and forth and that this and that (f-ck it)
i’m a hustler, if i lose it i get it back (true)
shout out to smooth i’m with dat f-ck a n-gga (f-ck ’em)
i’m clutching pistols, you play with me imma bust it n-gga (bang)
don’t trust a n-gga, you betta stay in ya lane man (chill out)
we dropping hits and k!lling sh-t just like the bangman (bangman)

“i ain even trippin’, i got that b-tch on me “(dumb)

[bridge]
with that pistol imma ride with it
if i get caught up or down bad i’m taking my fire with it
ain’t never slippin’ dawg i gotta keep that iron with me
my momma pray for me, she know i’m living wild n-gga, wild n-gga

[hook]
jack who? take what? n-gga neva
mask up, spray some, go get the shovel
flash out, we can take it to dat level, crash out
my g i’m really bout whatever (dumb)

- da real gee money lyrics

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