FREDDIE GIBBS lyrics : "RAP MONEY"
i need rap money, ? don't get it $#&@ed up,
that's just some rap %#@!
another day another dollar, i get rap money
i need rap money, ? don't get it $#&@ed up,
that's just some rap %#@!
take a dance with the devil if you will
hit the booth, to lay my vocals with a 7 ?appeal
still addicted to the reefer been a cheefer since a teen tho
started servin sacks of stress weed through my screen door
went to bangin the boulderof bars
? knowin that every fiend i serve, i could get served with a charge
people set me up try to rob me, and me in my cousin garage
even your family will $#&@ you, $#&@ love is just a placade
i need some rap money, liftin my pen getting paid (*##$
paper in my pocket before i jump on the stage, (*##$
let them labels know that a piece of change ain't gonna change %#@!
bangin east side !@$@s gotta eat
yeah caught up on 65 it's been drought fo about a week
pray to the heavenly father now i lay me down to sleep
i promise i'ma take my hands off the streets
if i can only get some rap money
another day another dollar, i get rap money
i need rap money, ? don't get it $#&@ed up,
that's just some rap %#@!
another day another dollar, i get rap money
i need rap money, ? don't get it $#&@ed up,
that's just some rap %#@!
started smoking ? dr. dre,
youngest out the group wishing and hoping to get paid
starving up .. for ? !@$@s
creating doggy style the youngest about to ?a dog down
still hunger and poor ? dog food, ? don't try to tell me dreams don't come true
for ? the plan, the mother$#&@ing man rap money in my hand
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