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freddie gibbs - from tha g lyrics

one time for your mind, uhh
yo, creepin’ rollin in my ole green hoopty
trunk quakin’ n-gg-s can’t take it, b-tch sue me
you boys don’t move me, i blow my green
i get high while i drive, yea thats my routine
on the daily..i go kiss my momma on the cheek
throw my nikes on my feet, roll a sweet, and i hit the street
rest in peace to my cousin, we buried him last week
hopefully the day they don’t put me under the concrete, i peep
these n-gg-s reaction when i p-ss em
smile at a playa, but really they wanna blast em
really for no reason, but beefin’ is everlastin’
rather walk up and shoot em, then simply walk up and ask em
how can we get along? crackers knowin’ its wrong
1 deceased, 1 in jail, 2 n-gg-s with 1 stone
this the type of sh-t we face in this place that i call home
some n-gg-s just gettin’ by, some n-gg-s is gettin’ known

and i ain’t got time for b-tches
gotta keep my mind on my motherf-ckin’ riches
mid to the south worldwide, or wherever i be
i let a motherf-cker know i’m from the…g
so i ain’t got time for b-tches
gotta keep my mind on my motherf-ckin’ riches
east to the west worldwide, or wherever i be
i let a motherf-cker know i’m from the…g

yup, most n-gg-s from the g ain’t one hundred
get in the mix with a b-tch n-gg-, you’ll learn from it
i done seen n-gg-s get burn from it and locked down
i only f-ck with certain n-gg-s when i come around
big rock, fingeroll, heddin, them my n-gg-s
w-lly picked up the liquor, j.p. done rolled up the swisha
e-dub and ironwood, d-edge and ivoe
derett, turtlebanks, my n-gg-s from chicago
and all the hoes i know, you know i got love for yea
hard d-ck, hard liquor could kill up a blood for yea
hoes sneaky they be creepin’, like leeches…they blood suckas
f-ck with me cause freddie gibbs ain’t your typical motherf-cker
(nahh) i’m way to cool to be a fool for a broad
cause b-tch i’d rather hit the mall with my motherf-ckin’ dawgz
i cut a lot of motherf-ckers off though
now they got my d-ck in they mouth, f-ck what you thought ho

baby i been blowin’ kill in different area codes
southern cali, southern texas, and southern florida hoes
put my b-tch up in the tiki, but n-gg- hot in the cold
summertime to the winter these n-gg-s dump and reload
bustin’ until they hit it, plenty wigs get splitted
in a city full of crooked polices and politicians
i be all in different parts of the country, different adventures
but i never could forget about 17th and virginia
land of lost hope, clouds of mill smoke
community devoured by hard, and soft dope
addicts they can’t cope, vice lords and folks
every man for himself these n-gg-s is cuttthroat
i flow coast to coast where the gs’ be at
nothin’ but pride in my city and i bleed for that
i love gary, indiana like weed and yack
even if they don’t love me back, i’m gettin’ scratch

so i ain’t got time for b-tches
gotta keep my mind on my motherf-ckin’ riches
mid to the south worldwide, or wherever i be
i let a motherf-cker know i’m from the…g
so i ain’t got time for b-tches
gotta keep my mind on my motherf-ckin’ riches
east to the west worldwide, or wherever i be
i let a motherf-cker know i’m from the…g
yupp

- freddie gibbs lyrics

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