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lirik lagu rep 2 tha fullest – freddie gibbs

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[verse 1: freddie gibbs]
never ever been on my level
f-ck with fred you face to face with the devil
raise h-ll to raise my funds up
b-tch i was raised in the ghetto
pedal to the medal, foot to the floor
three hundred fifty horses rolling
on the run cause i just kicked in the door
hit a lick, the whip reported stolen
tell me who out here got my back
and my dawg just got forty flat
a lot of n-gg-s wanna hold with your four
at the end of the day man i hold my strap
and it ain’t been no holding back
hear my life told in all my raps
you probably got a problem with that
but the midwest street sh-t i brought it back
what what you want, custom air jordan’s
cab slammin on chrome trill
b-tches who pack straps in their bag
stacking their own- cheaaa
indica, sativa, my reefer stocked tall as palm trees
rap is for d-ck suckers and divas i don’t recall these
type of n-gg-s living and breathing but i reside that
eastside 17th streets of the g i survive that
to the hood n-gg-s go to school do right
this sh-t i’m doing, n-gg- you could do life
before i pick the mic i earn my stripes

[hook: freddie gibbs (jay rock)]
i represent it to the fullest
any given day could die by the bullet
strictly no perpetrating when i pull it
(i represent it to the fullest
n-gg-s across the nation, narcotic cooking
every block, every hood we proud of pushing)
i represent it to the fullest
any given day can die by the bullet
strictly no perpetrating when i pull it
(i represent it to the fullest
n-gg-s across the nation, narcotic cooking
every block, every hood we proud to push it)

[verse 2: jay rock]
living every day like it’s my last
in this fast lane, in this race is for that cash
watts city representer, 9 double o 5 9
got a pound for the low, whatchu smoke
too gutta, too grimy in these la times
you will find, blood or crip, don’t matter who you are
n-gg-s love to trip
b-tch n-gg-s talk loud
then it’s complete silence when it bark blow
n-gg-s don’t never talk it out
they spark it out, then them coroners come to chalk you out
that’s what it is, another unsolved mystery
bullets don’t never have a name
n-gg-s just aim, squeeze and bust
when your time is up, dawg you history
like a hieroglyph, every 24/7 on survival sh-t
if you floss flagging n-gg-s kill you on some rider sh-t
know who you riding with, friends backstab
b-tches it’ll get you killed, in this field for sure
it’s no joke on this front line
we in the trenches with big blammers, no punchlines
ducking the one time
got a heart of a soldier
ain’t no fear in my eyes
first signs of submission
n-gg-s eat you alive
predators get squash
that’s how it be happening
when you relaxing
knowing you’re responsible for your actions
i spit that real reality rap
i do it for the hood where yo -n-logy at

[hook: freddie gibbs (jay rock)]
i represent it to the fullest
any given day can die by the bullet
strictly no perpetrating when i pull it
(i represent it to the fullest
n-gg-s across the nation, narcotic cooking
every block, every hood we proud of pushing)
i represent it to the fullest
any given day can die by the bullet
strictly no perpetrating when i pull it
(i represent it to the fullest
n-gg-s across the nation, narcotic cooking
every block, every hood we proud of pushing)