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letra de 187 proof - freddie gibbs

[verse 1:]
i grew up wishing my life would be like the cosby’s
i go that extra mile to escape this ghetto monotony
see how this vicious cycle could f-ck with you psychologically
you better cooperate with the state or become they property
b-tch my name be breaking bail from the street to the jailhouse
and it ain’t no transaction unless i came with my scale out
roll in yo college, i just might f-ck up and fail out
f-cking b-tch after b-tch, stacking my chips, all i care bout
f-ck with gba, b-tch i need a cpa, come and count it up
thousand thugs tryna catch him crowded around the bus
we start to throw down, if you down to f-ck, then you down with us
i know hoes that’ll smoke a stick, sloppy drunk, and get powdered up
this corporate thug world, they like you but they love the realest
straight gary gangsta sh-t, didn’t come up off no f-cking gimmicks, b-tch
2pac ain’t back cause he got set up and shot in the chest
biggie ain’t either, so won’t y’all gon let them n-gg-s rest?

[hook:]
i’m 187 proof, streets or the f-cking booth
i’m hard to kill like steven seagal with yo f-cking troops
yo choppas ain’t chopping sh-t if yo n-gg-s ain’t down to shoot
and i’m ready to r.i.p. any n-gg- that y’all recruit
cause i’m 187 proof, streets or the f-cking booth
i speak a foreign language, i think y’all call that the truth
it’s gibbs, b-tch

[verse 2:]
a walking 187, 187 crazy
sick like moammar gadhafi, straight 187 babies
i reach for that reefer stench and my sh-t knocking brotha lynch
so lock me in correctional, but you can’t fix me or f-cking see me
you know who you f-cking with? a n-gg- who got sh-t to lose
i got n-gg-s that rob you and rape yo b-tch if they in the mood
check my record, i been a fool, semi autos all in my locker
flow stupid like i rode the bus to school with waka flocka
187 ways to die, b-tch, this the end
6 n-gg-s put 600 holes in yo 600 benz
b-tch, i’m murder proof, i’m a live forever
duncan block, virginia street, b-tch, we the clique together
ask pill who the real, bet he mention (gibbs)
killing n-gg-s in the 4th ward, shout out to my n-gg- slick
shout out to my n-gg- hit, west side murder cat
some of my n-gg-s flow, but most of them beat that murder rep

[hook:]
cause i’m 187 proof, streets or the f-cking booth
i speak a foreign language, i think y’all call that the truth
cause i’m 187 proof, streets or the f-cking booth
i speak a foreign language, i think y’all call that the truth
it’s gibbs, b-tch

- freddie gibbs

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