| Yeah, for sure nigga
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| We came from nothing nigga, from shit nigga
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| For real
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| Dolo and the pour up
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| Got me tore up from the floor up
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| Gang signs, gang handshakes every time a nigga show up
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| All the real niggas know us
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| Back in '09, me and Lam, we was looking for a way out
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| But ain’t nobody want to show us
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| Riding 'round, selling blow, shotgun doors out his Volvo
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| Must have sowed a whole O up
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| And you stuck it out with me, I love you like a brother
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| If it wasn’t for you, I wouldn’t have no rap career or nothing
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| I know you hate the fact that I’m so loyal to my street affiliation
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| But my niggas need a pack, I’m out here thuggin'
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| Willie and Diego need a pack, I’m out here thuggin'
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| My nigga Butter hit me for a pack, I’m out here thuggin'
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| And now the DEA, they checkin' on me when I’m gettin on a plane
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| Double life, it got me ducking undercovers
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| I just want to be legit man, shit man
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| And every time I touch the dope, I say that this gon' be my last flip man
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| I got a shorty that’s willing to sell it for me
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| She my lover, my homie, the devil cursed me with a pimp hand
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| I hope my daughter never lives this type of lifestyle
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| Creeping under streetlights as a night child
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| My uncle still can’t put the liquor or the pipe down
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| Meanwhile I’m in this kitchen whipping up the white gal
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| Plus I got addictions of my own, boy
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| The pills into laced blunts got me gone, boy
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| The Oxycontin and heavy syrup got me looking in the mirror
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| Saying, «Is you a dope fiend or a dope boy?»
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| Smoking on some shit that I can’t pass to a nigga
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| Eyes shiny than a bitch, glass to a nigga
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| Down to kick in the door, .44 mags to a nigga
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| Got some habits I pray that I never pass to a nigga
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| All about the dollar signs, fuck the sympathy
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| And fuck police cause they killing you and killing me
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| Slanging and banging, my paper stay getting fatter
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| So do black lives matter when you 'bout to kill your enemy?
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| I need to know it, drop that paper boy don’t be heroic
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| You’ll get a trip to see your Jesus if you’re reaching for it
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| A real solid street nigga, never been extorted
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| You pussy niggas shouldn’t be living, should have been aborted
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| It’s Freddie Kane, Freddie Corleone, Freddie Gordy
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| Just left the studio and served a birdie for the 40
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| I bet my niggas kill the witness if I get reported
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| The shit I spit is so realistic, shouldn’t be recorded
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| It’s Freddie Kane, Freddie Corleone, Freddie Gordy
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| Just left the studio and served a birdie for the 40
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| I bet my niggas kill the witness if I get reported
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| The shit I spit is so realistic, shouldn’t be recorded
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| Nigga shouldn’t be reported
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| Dolo and the pour up
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| Got me tore up from the floor up
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| Gang signs, gang handshakes every time a nigga show up
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| All the real niggas know us, all the real niggas know us
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| Dolo and the pour up
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| Got me tore up from the floor up
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| Gang signs, gang handshakes every time a nigga show up
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| All the real niggas know us, all the real niggas know us
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah
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| All the real niggas know us, all the real niggas know us
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| Yeah
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| All the real niggas know us, all the real niggas know us
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| Dolo and the pour up
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| D-dolo and the
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| Dolo and the pour up
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| Got me tore up from the floor up
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| Gang signs, gang handshakes every time a nigga show up
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| All the real niggas know us, all the real niggas know us
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| Dolo and the pour up
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| Got me tore up from the floor up
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| Gang signs, gang handshakes every time a nigga show up
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| All the real niggas know us, all the real niggas know us
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| Dolo and the pour up
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| Got me tore up from the floor up
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| Gang signs, gang handshakes every time a nigga show up
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| All the real niggas know us, all the real niggas know us
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| Dolo and the pour up |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Freddie Gordy , by - Freddie Gibbs. Song from the album Shadow of a Doubt, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп