Freddie Gibbs - For My N*ggas lyrics

4x[Hook:] [This is for my n***as, this is for my n***a-n***a This is for my n***as, my n***as on the block.] Verse 1: (Freddie Gibbs) My n***as bang, my n***as brawl, my n***as slang, my n***as ball My n***as ain't trippin they play they position and handle the mission whenever I call My dogs, runnin from laws, pimpin money from broads You show me a b**h and I show her this pimpin I bet you I get in them draws Oh nah, Gibbs don't play with them hoes, he be breakin them hoes, hit the strip and catch a date for them hoes Bout my paper neighbor, I expect my cake from them hoes And if you pay it like you weigh it you can skate with them hoes, yup My n***as don't keep 'em or cuff 'em end of discussion n***as out here bluffin, mother had 'em, mother love 'em, motherf** 'em Cause even they mothers won't be able to identify 'em [?], had to fry 'em, hit them with that iron My n***as don't talk, my n***as don't b**h, my n***as don't snitch n***as is hungry, fiend for chips, my n***as'll flip and run in your sh** My n***as got Ks, my n***as got MACs, my n***as got TECs, my n***as equipped Man my n***as down to leave your body stiff for the chips This for my n***as 2x[Hook] Verse 2: (Hayes) f** them fake n***as they don't know what loyal is, dropped out of school and started fights with the spoiled kids Thought I was broke 'til I discovered what a brick was, 850 thousand got me big love Tricked some, became a legend in them strip clubs, but I was bigger in the streets from f**in with them thugs A hood rat's dream, a ghetto n***a's idol, we the champions in the streets man we hold the title Made more money off the block than preachers with them bibles, don't be steppin out of line that gets suicidal I got a lot of k**ers, we got a lot of guns, no respect for sh**, murder anyone 4x[Hook] Verse 3: (Hayes+Freddie Gibbs) Hayes the h**n man, Gibbs slang them the weed You got what they want, I got what they need These n***as bleed for the yola from Gary to Minnesota, hold the toaster 'til I'm rolling in Rovers and Testarossas and Bentleys without the top, what you got? No patience and an army of hundred n***as thats outside waiting, for a n***a to front, that'll get him Christmas treed Lit up real good in front his whole family Man, this ain't no f**in game, you don't wanna see me with that thang Ducked off in a cud box with an SK and a Glock don't test my aim Don't test my crew keep more protection than an AIDS clinic, trunk big enough to fit you, ten bricks, and a gauge in it Yeah, hundred round drum in my [?], and n***as'll [?] if they get out of line Pull out the llama, you dead where you layin, and bullets will spray if you f**in with mine, n***a I love my block, they make that hood paper stack for me, my mother proud of me, still think its rap money 4x[Hook]