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freddie gibbs - straight ballin' lyrics

[intro]
yeah, n+gga
yo, motherf+ckers better know
g.i.’s finest in the motherf+ckin’ building
midwest to do it
ga–gangsta gibbs, n+gga
let’s get it, a’ight
219, what up?
’bout to let these motherf+ckers know
yeah, yo

[verse 1]
i’m up before the sunrise, first they hit the block
pocket full of weed, sellin’ dimes at the bus stop
learn to throw them thangs; give my skinny little ass [?]
and n+ggas laugh till the first mothef+cker got blasted
i put the n+gga in his casket, now they coverin’ the b+st+rd in plastic
i smoke a half+an+ounce a day, i stay burnin’ the hay
never knew that one day i’ll be on the corner slangin’ yay yay
chased by the five+o, f+ck them hoes
in my city, man, it’s all about survival
we gotta get up and get it, cook it, bag it and flip it
and we [?] if the pigs ever play us a visit
if you lookin’ for that product, then i’m open for business
and i can get you what you need if yo [?] sufficient
they say: “how do you survive on the block tryna grind it?”
g.i. where the young n+ggas die, tell momma don’t cry
even when they k!ll me, they can never take the game from a real g
i’m straight ballin’
[interlude]
yeah, n+gga, straight motherf+ckin’ ballin’
the industry, i don’t have a motherf+ckin’ contract
it’s big bizness, b+tch, yeah, gibbs
y’all motherf+ckers better get ready for this sh+t, n+gga

[verse 2]
my pockets stay on swole
i got a chicken every town that’ll cook a meal for me, they ain’t let me bust it down
when it come to my money, homie, i never f+ck around
silencer on my chopper, i can k!ll you without a sound
dressin’ down like a [?], but only on the block
keep a glock and my money in a knot, motherf+ck the cops
i’m gettin’ high, think i’ll die if i don’t get no [?]
i’m in the [?], but i’m ridin’ like it’s a benz
i hit the strip and let my music [?]
sippin’ liquor and i’m lookin’ for some hoes to f+ck
i’m gettin’ low on blow, i need to call my n+gga dealo
cop another ounce, i wish it was a kilo
i need money in a major way, i’m ’bout to f+ck yo b+tch
i heard that hoe gettin’ payed today, n+gga
you other motherf+ckers crawlin’
i got them thug+ass n+ggas from the g with me, we straight ballin’

[outro]
yeah, n+gga, this what it is
y’all motherf+ckers [?] and get off a n+gga d+ck, you know what i’m sayin’?
get on yo motherf+ckin’ paper
y’all motherf+ckers is acting real emotional, acting like b+tches, less than g’s right now
we straight motherf+ckin’ ballin, you know what i’m sayin’?
k!llin’ it, n+gga, ’bout this paper, like i said, you get yours
d+mned if i don’t, d+mned if you n+ggas do
huh, you hatin’ freddie gibbs, n+gga, motherf+ck you, n+gga
hahahaha, y’all n+ggas be really amazin’ me, man, for real, man
you know what i’m sayin’, diss records and sh+t, talkin’ sh+t
having b+tches callin’ the phone, hangin’ up and sh+t
breathin’ on the phone, man, hahaha
y’all n+ggas is b+tches, man, for real, man
like i said though, you know, you know what i’m sayin’?
nah nah nah nah, but the sh+t that get me though in this motherf+cker is, you know what i’m sayin’
the motherf+ckers that rolled up on me when i was comin’ out the g station or whatever
and pulled that sh+t, like, like
how the f+ck can you not hit a motherf+cker from five feet away?
try again, buddy
n+gga still breathing, you know what i’m mean?
hahahaha, y’all motherf+ckers silly, man
let off a couple [?] and ain’t hit sh+t, man
n+ggas go to the studio and get all in they raps
sayin’ who they hit and who they popped off and sh+t
them n+ggas ain’t doin’ sh+t, man, it’s gibbs

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