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lirik lagu 1985 – freddie gibbs feat. the alchemist

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my brother said, “don’t say that”
i said, “f*ck that, i’m gon’ get a whoopin’ anyway!
it don’t make no godd*mn difference”

f*ck that, i’m not goin’ to find sh*t
what your mom say? “take the garbage out, what the f*ck?”
(yeah) yeah, don’t lose the beat motherf*cker
take the garbage out
yeah*yeah, i just upped the flows to the god level, n*gga, what
yeah
yeah*yeah
finna up the flows to the god level, n*gga, what
yeah, check*check
yeah, mic check*check
yeah, n*gga, check*check
yeah, b*tch, check*check
yeah, yeah

quarter thang to a whole thang, whole gang workin’ (yeah)
hit a b*tch with that extended clip or that revolver
sh*t’ll serve the same purpose (bang, bang)
geekers beamin’ up to scotty in my crack lobby
i can smell the ‘caine burnin’
michael jordan, 1985, b*tch, i travel with a cocaine circus

put them f’in xs on your clowned ass
catch a n*gga up and leave him down bad
i go get a pack and take a n*gga town
and f*ck his b*tches with my out*of*town ass

bomb on n*ggas like nagasaki
rocket next to my pocket, hot like hibachi
drop the check on the b*tch
man, these n*ggas be lookin’ like baby mommas in these maseratis

b*tch, i f*ck up your face with a razor
how i make sure your motherf*ckin’ family can’t view your body
n*gga thuggin’ and sh*t, put my blood in this sh*t
pr*ck my finger, alfredo, illuminati (illuminati)

joe pesci, push your product
you n*ggas is sweeter than joe exotic
on the run like assata, so f*ck the police
as a n*gga be chillin’ in the hotbox (hoppin’ out the box)

police caught him with a whole thang
now they snitchin’ man, whole gang workin’
gangland, made a lane in it
dip my name in it, it’s some gang murder

all my reps in the crack files, b*tch, i got ’em up out the vault
i’m the reason your mama be smokin’ that brillo
and be rippin’ them contenders off (them contenders off)
geekers beamin’ up to scotty in my crack lobby
i can smell the ‘caine burnin’
gangland, if you put a hit on freddie ‘caine, it’ll be a gang murder
1985, michael jordan, b*tch, i travel with a cocaine circus
flow god level, like when hov speak
i make a song weep, i got the game hurt

b*tch, yeah*yeah
flow god level, like when hov speak
i make a song weep, i got the game hurt
yeah, yeah*yeah
yeah, check*check
check*check
check*check
check*check
n*ggas need a check*check, yeah
we got everybody in the house, tonight
i’ll wait for my dj to get ready
nah