Freddie Gibbs - The Real G Money lyrics

rate me

I said it one for the money

Two for the motherfucking haters, man

As these drugs alter my heartbeat

Ain't been taking my medication, don't get me started G

Hustlin', jackin', murder and mackin' been such a part of me

Such an evil seed, wonder what will my son or daughter be?

Killers, I'm too crazy, ain't fit to raise ‘em

Streets might send yo daddy off on vacation or early grave him

Asked my pastor, is there some special place in heaven for gangsters?

In the 8th grade I was selling 8 balls off that pager, put it on my nation

I'm young, thuggin’ out my shoebox

Crack rock cooking on 2Pac

Came up in the school of the ski mask

Where you quick to make a punk bitch move out

I'm raised way deep on the east side

Right next to the Dorie Miller projects

GDs, Vice Lords on the same set

Wear your hat the wrong way, you get popped at

And I got a hundred round drum on the AK

Killed a nigga and his homeboy the same day

Now I'm looking for the third motherfucker

‘Cause I burn motherfuckers in the rap game same way

And the label never gave no fucks

Tell 'em only thing that dropped was these nuts

Thinking that I'm playing with niggas ‘cause I don't cater to niggas

I just be taking from niggas and I be waiting for niggas to get

Let's get it started

Hoe, we don't need no water, burn ‘em

Let's get it started

Hoe, we don't need no water, burn ‘em

Let's get it started

Hoe, we don't need no water

‘Cause I woke up, lit my smoke up, cooked my dope up and said “fuck the world”