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gee pac - da real gee money lyrics

[verse 1]
smokin’ on k!ller with a k!ller
and when i go to sleep i got my tool under my pillow
i’m looking in the mirror and watching my every move
i’m watching my enemies but i’m watching my friends too
i’m paranoid
can’t let a n*gga take me out
so i ride with that pistol hope one day i’ll make a route
and momma cryin’ tears cause her baby boy thuggin’
learned the game from cleezy 5 but i’m a natural born hustler
and n*ggas play you close so they can get up in your business
they rather see you down theirs too much hatred in my city
i ride with that glock can’t let them take me in my city
flash out and crash out release the shots from the extension
bury me in a casket full a money with my banger tucked
n*gga say he ‘gon k!ll me
he must be smokin’ on angel dust
tryin’ to join the gang but i can’t let a lame hang with us
and get some fame from us we dangerous so you can’t bang with us
it’s all or nothin’
if i don’t make it rappin’ i’m trappin’ i got to see a mill
n*ggas sell they soul we independent i don’t need a deal
might hit up blood to let you know how the reaper feel
i’ll send my youngin’ on a mission where your people live

[chorus]
hoes be jockin’ and n*ggas be watchin’
but i can’t let you run up on me
that’s why i keep this gun up on me
if you run up you’ll get done up homie
hoes be jockin’ and n*ggas be watchin’
but i can’t let you run up on me
that’s why i keep this gun up on me
if you run up you’ll get done up homie
[verse 2]
some k!llers on that river
n*ggas who i use to look up to when i was little
my daddy died in ninety*six his homeboy flipped him
so ava told me never put your trust up in a n*gga and nowadays
i barely put my trust up in my pistol
cause we got in a jammy jam
jammed up they could’ve k!lled us
and mike told me, little n*gga you got next
hop on the mixtape beat and flex
fall back and get that check make sure you stand up in they chest
ain’t playin’ checkers i play chess my n*gga died i’m like who’s next
when it’s yo time it’s just yo time so ain’t no need to wear a vest
so much sh*t be on my mind but ain’t no need to even stress
because it’s all god’s plan and he’s just puttin’ you to a test
i went from jackin’ to rappin’ and now i’m gettin’ plays
i’m ridin’ ’round full of tabs mind in a daze
think i’m slippin’ if you wanna
i bet i leave a n*gga body twitchin’ on that corner
you run up you a goner

- da real gee money lyrics

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