Freddie Gibbs - The Real G Money lyrics

I said it one for the money Two for the motherf**ing haters, man As these d** alter my heartbeat Ain't been taking my medication, don't get me started G Hustlin', jackin', murder and mackin' been such a part of me Such an evil seed, wonder what will my son or daughter be? k**ers, I'm too crazy, ain't fit to raise 'em Streets might send yo daddy off on vacation or early grave him Asked my pastor, is there some special place in heaven for gangsters? In the 8th grade I was selling 8 balls off that pager, put it on my nation I'm young, thuggin' out my shoebox Crack rock cooking on 2Pac Came up in the school of the ski mask Where you quick to make a punk b**h move out I'm raised way deep on the east side Right next to the Dorie Miller projects sponsored links GDs, Vice Lords on the same set Wear your hat the wrong way, you get popped at And I got a hundred round drum on the AK k**ed a n***a and his homeboy the same day Now I'm looking for the third motherf**er 'Cause I burn motherf**ers in the rap game same way And the label never gave no f**s Tell 'em only thing that dropped was these nuts Thinking that I'm playing with n***as 'cause I don't cater to n***as I just be taking from n***as and I be waiting for n***as to get Let's get it started Hoe, we don't need no water, burn 'em Let's get it started Hoe, we don't need no water, burn 'em Let's get it started Hoe, we don't need no water 'Cause I woke up, lit my smoke up, cooked my dope up and said 'f** the world'