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letra de twos and fews - freddie gibbs

[verse 1: freddie gibbs]
i do it for the
thug n-gg-s and b-tches off in my neighborhood
bout to hit that pop with that product, make sure ya
paper good
statistics ain’t in my favor, but i’m a make it through
it
don’t work no job, man a n-gg- can’t even get insurance
how you supposed to take ya babies on a doctor visit?
these conditions validate my excuse for this type of
living
gotta watch these cops cause i’m pushing poison like
michael bivins
running in your spot where you have them chickens is my
religion
the stick up man, so cut me in or cut it out, b-tch
quick to walk my dog up to your doorstep if you doubt
this
bury me with swishers and at least an ounce to bounce
with
corporate thuggin mafia, you bout that life, or you
ain’t bout sh-t
picture me rolling that brand new ferrari california
and the s-x was great, f-ck a second date, it was nice
to know ya
a bougie b-tch that can’t take the smoke, she ain’t
like the odor
fresh off the dopehouse with geekers tweaking off my
aroma
f-ck your artists, pistol charges, man i got like two
of those
better know when it come to them choppers, got quite a
few of those
n-gg-

[hook: freddie gibbs]
a few of those get me right for the nighttime
getting gone til i see the sunlight shine
yo pick to stay with a pack of b-tches, that’s super
cold
that og kush and them platinum cookies, i’m stupid
blowed
so whatcha need out the trunk, cause i got like two of
those
and when it comes to them choppers, got quite a few of
those
n-gg-

[verse 2: young jeezy]
i said i’m fresh off my flight, n-gg-, new york city
had the tool in the club like i’m shyne and diddy
said this sh-t can get ugly like craig mack
and my n-gg-s in ya crib asking where that bread at?
club, that means a few bottles, a few shots mayne
live and die in lv, 2pac mayne
thought they had me boxed in, boxed in the corner
i guess they didn’t know my momma had me on the corner?
all i know is crack rock, crack spots, n-gg-, crack
pots
they say hit the dealership and buy the whole lot
see i’m irresponsible, i lost the whole top
and this sh-t i’m smoking on, it cost a whole lot
give my n-gg-s 20 grand, shoot up your whole block
catch ya slipping on the porch, knock off ya whole top
it’s the world motherf-cker, next the universe
counting paper hurt my hand, i need a f-ckin nurse
it’s young jizzle motherf-cker, i get it how i live
you p-ssy n-gg-s getting love, there go gangsta gibbs

[hook]

[verse 3: freddie gibbs]
gangsta gibbs ho
two b-tches cooking in the crib ho
a quarter kilo and some kool aid in the fridge ho
thuggish ruggish black motherf-cker in a black lac
black talon knock the letters off a snapback
he pushing packages, i think he in the rat pack
we got the villa in anguila, blowing anthrax
mob sh-t, there really ain’t no speaking about this
thing of ours
born and raised up in the g, a n-gg- beat the odds
you see me floating to the crib with a fleet of broads
might wanna f-ck in my garage when they see them cars
these n-gg-s drop that goofy sh-t and yeah i’m sure it
sold
there’s real n-gg-s rapping, there’s only a few of
those, n-gg-

- freddie gibbs

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