I said it one for the money
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Two for the motherfucking haters, man
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As these drugs alter my heartbeat
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Ain't been taking my medication, don't get me started G
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Hustlin', jackin', murder and mackin' been such a part of me
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Such an evil seed, wonder what will my son or daughter be?
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Killers, I'm too crazy, ain't fit to raise 'em
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Streets might send yo daddy off on vacation or early grave him
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Asked my pastor, is there some special place in heaven for gangsters?
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In the 8th grade I was selling 8 balls off that pager, put it on my nation
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I'm young, thuggin' out my shoebox
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Crack rock cooking on 2Pac
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Came up in the school of the ski mask
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Where you quick to make a punk bitch move out
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I'm raised way deep on the east side
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Right next to the Dorie Miller projects
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GDs, Vice Lords on the same set
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Wear your hat the wrong way, you get popped at
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And I got a hundred round drum on the AK
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Killed a nigga and his homeboy the same day
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Now I'm looking for the third motherfucker
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'Cause I burn motherfuckers in the rap game same way
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And the label never gave no fucks
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Tell 'em only thing that dropped was these nuts
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Thinking that I'm playing with niggas 'cause I don't cater to niggas
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I just be taking from niggas and I be waiting for niggas to get
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Let's get it started
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Hoe, we don't need no water, burn 'em
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Let's get it started
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Hoe, we don't need no water, burn 'em
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Let's get it started
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Hoe, we don't need no water
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'Cause I woke up, lit my smoke up, cooked my dope up and said 'fuck the world'
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The Real G Money
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Freddie Gibbs |