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freddie gibbs & madlib - real - alex goose remix lyrics

[verse 1]
remember, everybody ain’t loyal
you soft as gelatin, sick of telling them—n+gga, show ’em
it’s coca in the pot, n+gga, drop it and let it boil
goofy n+ggas make me nervous, ain’t serve ’em if i ain’t know ’em
eastside, sleeping in my dope+house clothes
run down pair of jordans, and some dirty girbauds
sucker coming with a short, he get extorted, exposed
n+gga, stand on my own two b+lls, my d+ck, and ten toes
straight to the tippy+top, hear this n+gga spitting it
whether i got a hit or not, i hit it with the whip
they notice it when they hit the rock, i’m just a cocaina chеmist
cooking, chopping, and cutting—you’ll die if i push a b+tton
n+ggas heard of me now all of a suddеn they back to thuggin’
if i never sell a record, might catch me hot water juggin’
the d.a. want me gone, say i’m detriment to the public
took his daughter, put this d+ck in her b+tt and said, “how you love it, b+tch?’’
remember, everybody ain’t loyal
’cause all the real n+ggas in jail or deep in the soil
dancing with the devil or eating a feast with the lord
gotta spit it how i live it, i beat street and report, n+gga
yeah, ugh
all the real n+ggas either in jail or deep in the soil, n+gga

[interlude]
yeah, ugh
that’s real, n+gga (fo’sho)
ugh, ugh (y’all got me f+cked up in this b+tch)
yeah, uh
[verse 2]
the world ain’t big enough for both of us (nah)
batter up, now you p+ssy+n+ggas getting f+cked (b+tch)
straight raw with infection, passing no prophylactic (nah)
eastside, anybody’ k!lla—my n+ggas active
smoking and breaking a 7 up in a 6+5+0 (fo’sho)
babyface gangsta i been slanging, banging since 9+4 (real n+gga)
i thought the world was at my feet when i linked up with snow
but i refuse to be his flunkie, so we don’t kick it no mo’
straight to the facts, n+gga—i looked up to you, put that on my momma (ugh)
signed a deal with you and never asked you for a dollar (ask for a five, n+gga)
’cause i was down with cte, plus i was getting cheese (yuh)
i played my f+ck+ass contract, what the l!ck read?
thought i’d say this sh+t cause you ain’t man enough to come discuss it (you ain’t, b+tch)
you wanna be jay+z? n+gga, you just a f+cking puppet
gary boys ain’t ’bout talkin’, so, b+tch, i had to show you
don’t make me expose you to those that don’t know you (ugh!)
man, you said you the “realest n+gga” in this motherf+cker? check it
but ross had you scared to drop a diss record (yeah)
no nuts, got the whole team looking weak (real)
guess that’s why they ran up on you at the bet (hahaha)
la red carpet, yeah, i was geeked (sho)
you couldn’t take security, so we ain’t take a seat (huh)
i played the fool before, but yo, a ho i’ll never be
they searched that tour bus in milwaukee, had that .44 with me
esgn until the end, i feed the k!llers (ugh)
pray the lord’ll take my breath before i be like this monkey+n+gga
just a whole lot of rapping with no motherf+cking action
seen gucci by himself while we was 30 deep at magic
(you ain’t did sh+t, n+gga!)
and you didn’t bust a grape, was shook from the gate
it make it seem to me the gangsta sh+t you kick be fake
’cause all my enemies, i put them suckers in they place
so take them shades up off your eyes
and look me in my f+cking face
’cause i’m a motherf+cking rare breed
the last time you gonna see a bad guy like this again
don’t reproduce nothin’ but evil seeds
i’m rapping and trapping and still ducking these f+e+ds (ugh)
but bmf was sticking you for your f+cking cheese (whoa)
and yeah i know you sold the blow and whipped the hard (ugh)
but underneath the f+cking money, you’s a f+cking mark (yeah)
take heed to my statements, because they might throw you (b+tch)
don’t make me expose you to those who don’t know you, b+tch
snowman+k!lla, n+gga

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