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FREDDIE GIBBS lyrics : "187 Proof"

[Verse 1]
I grew up wishing my life would be like the Cosby's,
I go that extra mile to escape this ghetto monotony,

See how this vicious cycle could $#[email protected] wit you psychologically,
You better cooperate with the state or become they property,
(*##$ my name be breaking bail from the street to the jailhouse,

And it ain't no transaction unless I came wit my scale out,
Roll in yo college, I just might $#[email protected] up and fail out,
$#[email protected] (*##$ after (*##$, stacking my chips, all I care bout,

$#[email protected] wit GBA, (*##$ I need a CPA, come and count it up,
Thousand thugs tryna catch him crowded around the bus,
We start to throw down, if you down to $#[email protected], then you down wit us,

I know hoes that'll smoke a stick, sloppy drunk, and get powdered up,
This corporate thug world, they like you but they love the realest,
Straight Gary gangsta %#@!, didn't come up off no $#[email protected] gimmicks, (*##$,

2Pac ain't back cuz he got set up and shot in the chest,
Biggie ain't either, so wont y'all gon let them ^!$$%s rest?


[chorus]
I'm 187 proof, streets or the $#[email protected] booth
I'm hard to kill like Steven Seagal wit yo $#[email protected] troops,

Yo choppas ain't chopping %#@! if yo ^!$$%s ain't down to shoot,
And I'm ready to R.I.P. any ^!$$% that y'all recruit,
Cuz I'm 187 proof, streets or the $#[email protected] booth,

I speak a foreign language, i think y'all call that the truth,
It's Gibbs, (*##$


[verse 2]
A walking 187, 187 crazy,
Sick like Moammar Gadhafi, straight 187 babies,

I reach for that reefer stench and my %#@! knocking Brotha Lynch,
So lock me in correctional, but you cant fix me or $#[email protected] see me,
You know who you $#[email protected] with? A ^!$$% who got %#@! to lose,

I got ^!$$%s that rob you and rape yo (*##$ if they in the mood,
Check my record, I been a fool, semi autos all in my locker,
Flow stupid like I rode the bus to school wit Waka Flocka,

187 ways to die, (*##$, this the end,
6 ^!$$%s put 600 holes in yo 600 Benz,
(*##$, im murder proof, I'mma live forever,

Duncan block, Virginia street, (*##$, we the clique together,
Ask Pill who the real, bet he mention (Gibbs),
Killing ^!$$%s in the 4th Ward, shout out to my ^!$$% Slick,

Shout out to my ^!$$% Hit, West side murder cat,
Some of my ^!$$%s flow, but most of them beat that murder rep.


[chorus]
Cuz I'm 187 proof, streets or the $#[email protected] booth,
I speak a foreign language, I think y'all call that the truth,

Cuz I'm 187 proof, streets or the $#[email protected] booth,
I speak a foreign language, I think y'all call that the truth,
It's Gibbs, (*##$

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