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Da Real Gee Money
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Garret Burton
Garret Burton
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Jackie Lane Plant
Jackie Lane Plant
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Marlon Clark
Marlon Clark
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Hero Smokin' on killer with a killer And when I go to sleep I got my tool under my pillow I'm looking in the mirror and watching my every move I'm watching my enemies but I'm watching my friends too I'm paranoid Can't let a nigga take me out So I ride with that pistol, hope one day I'll make a route And momma cryin' tears 'cause her baby boy thuggin' Learned the game from Cleezy 5 but I'm a natural born hustler And niggas play you close so they can get up in your business They rather see you down, there's too much hatred in my city I ride with that Glock, can't let them take me in my city Flash out and crash out, release the shots from the extension Bury me in a casket full of money with my banger tucked Nigga say he gon' kill me He must be smokin' on angel dust Tryin' to join the gang but I can't let a lame hang with us And get some fame from us we dangerous so you can't bang with us It's all or nothin' If I don't make it rappin' I'm trappin', I got to see a mill Niggas sell they soul, we independent, I don't need a deal Might hit up blood to let you know how the reaper feel I'll send my youngin' on a mission where your people live Hoes be jockin' and niggas be watchin' But I can't let you run up on me That's why I keep this gun up on me If you run up you'll get done up homie Hoes be jockin' and niggas be watchin' But I can't let you run up on me That's why I keep this gun up on me If you run up you'll get done up homie Some killers on that river Niggas who I use to look up to when I was little My daddy died in '96, his homeboy flipped him So Ava told me never put your trust up in a nigga And nowadays I barely put my trust up in my pistol 'Cause we got in a jammy jam Jammed up, they could've killed us And Mike told me, little nigga you got next Hop on the mixtape beat and flex Fall back and get that check, make sure you stand up in they chest Ain't playin' checkers, I play chess, my nigga died, I'm like who's next? When it's yo' time it's just yo' time so ain't no need to wear a vest So much shit be on my mind but ain't no need to even stress Because it's all God's plans and he's just puttin' you to a test I went from jackin' to rappin' and now I'm gettin' plays I'm ridin' 'round full of tabs, mind in a daze Think I'm slippin' if you wanna I bet I leave a nigga body twitchin' on that corner You run up, you a goner Hoes be jockin' and niggas be watchin' But I can't let you run up on me That's why I keep this gun up on me If you run up you'll get done up homie Hoes be jockin' and niggas be watchin' But I can't let you run up on me That's why I keep this gun up on me If you run up you'll get done up homie You know what it is nigga TBG gorilla gang You know back to back shit, nigga Free the guys, nigga What the fuck you thought it was, nigga? Yeah, bitch ass nigga What's happenin'? Yeah Da Real Gee Money, you know what it is Gang-gang Whole lotta gang shit, you know Free Da Bang Man, free Blvd Mel, free Blvd Quick You know what I'm sayin' TBG gorilla gang in this bitch TBG gorilla gang in this bitch TBG gorilla gang in this bitch If you lame you can't hang in this bitch Bang in yo' shit
Writer(s): Jackie Plant, Ava Burton, Marlon Clark Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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