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Freddie Gibbs - Real

Real
Freddie Gibbs
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Ready to kick your ass out of the world...

[Verse 1:]
Remember everybody ain't loyal,
You soft as gelatin, sick of tellin' them, nigga, show 'em,
It's coca in the pot, nigga, drop it and let it boil,
Goofy niggas make me nervous, ain't serve 'em if I ain't know 'em.
Eastside, sleepin' in my dope house clothes,
Run-down pair of Jordans and some dirty Girbauds,
Sucker comin' with a short, he get extorted, exposed,
Nigga stand on my own two balls, my dick and ten toes.
Straight to the tippy top,
Hear this nigga spittin' 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 chemist,
Cooking, choppin' and cuttin', you'll die if I push a button,
Niggas heard of me, now all of a sudden 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 dick in her butt
And said, "How you love it, bitch?''
Remember everybody ain't loyal,
‘Cause all the real niggas in jail or deep in the soil,
Dancin' with the devil or eatin' a feast with the Lord,
Gotta spit it how I live it, I beat the street and report, nigga.
All the real niggas either in jail or deep in the soil, nigga.

[Verse 2:]
The world ain't big enough for both of us,
Batter up, now you pussy niggas getting' fucked,
Straight raw with infection, passin' no prophylactic,
Eastside, anybody killa, my niggas active,
Smoking and breakin' a 7 up in a 6-5-0,
Babyface Gangsta I been slangin', bangin' since 9-4,
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, nigga,
I looked up to you, put that on my momma,
Signed a deal with you and never asked you for a dollar,
‘Cause I was down with CTE, plus I was gettin' cheese,
I played my fuck ass contract, what the lick read?
Thought I'd say this shit ‘cause you ain't man enough to come discuss it,
You wanna be Jay-Z? Nigga, you just a fuckin' puppet!
Gary boys ain't 'bout talkin', so, bitch, I had to show ya,
Don't make me expose you to those that don't know ya.
Man, you said you the realest nigga in this mothafucka, check it,
But Ross had you scared to drop a diss record,
No nuts, got the whole team lookin' weak,
Guess that's why they ran up on you at the BET.
L.A. red carpet, yeah, I was geeked,
You couldn't take security, so we ain't take a seat,
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 and to the end, I feed the killers,
Pray the Lord'll take my breath before I be like this monkey nigga,
Just a whole lot of rappin', but no mothafuckin' action,
Seen Gucci by himself while we was thirty deep at Magic,
And you didn't bust a grape, was shook from the gate.
It make it seem to me the gangsta shit you kick be fake,
‘Cause all my enemies, I put them suckers in their place,
So take them shades up off your eyes, and look me in my fuckin' face
‘Cause I'm a mothafuckin' rare breed,
The last time you gonna see a bad guy like this again.
Don't reproduce nothing but evil seeds,
I'm rappin' and trappin', and still duckin' these F-E-D's,
But BMF was stickin' you for your fuckin' cheese,
And yeah, I know you sold the blow and whipped the hard,
But underneath the fuckin' money you's a fuckin' mark.
Take heed to my statements, because they might throw you,
Don't make me expose you to those who don't know you,
Bitch!
Snowman Killa.

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