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Lyrics for Gee Pac by Da Real Gee Money

Smokin' on killer with a killerAnd when I go to sleep I got my tool under my pillowI'm looking in the mirror and watching my every moveI'm watching my enemies but I'm watching my friends tooI'm paranoidCan't let a nigga take me outSo I ride with that pistol hope one day I'll make a routeAnd momma cryin' tears cause her baby boy thuggin'Learned the game from Cleezy 5 but I'm a natural born hustlerAnd niggas play you close so they can get up in your businessThey rather see you down theirs too much hatred in my cityI ride with that Glock can't let them touch me in my cityFlash out and crash out release the shots from the extensionBury me in a casket full a money with my banger tuckedNigga say he 'gon kill meHe must be smokin' on angel dustTryin' to join the gang but I can't let a lame hang with usAnd get some fame from us we dangerous so you can't bang with usIt's all or nothin'If I don't make it rappin' I'm trappin' I got to see a millNiggas sell they soul we independent I don't need a dealMight hit up blood to let you know how the reaper feelI'll send my youngin' on a mission where your people liveHoes be jockin' and niggas be watchin'But I can't let you run up on meThat's why I keep this gun up on meIf you run up you'll get done up homieHoes be jockin' and niggas be watchin'But I can't let you run up on meThat's why I keep this gun up on meIf you run up you'll get done up homieSome killers on that riverNiggas who I use to look up to when I was littleMy daddy died in ninety-six his homeboy flipped himSo Ava told me never put your trust up in a nigga and nowadaysI barely put my trust up in my pistolCause we got in a jammy jamJammed up they could've killed usAnd Mike told me, little nigga you got nextHop on the mixtape beat and flexFall back and get that check make sure you stand up in they chestAin't playin' checkers I play chess my nigga died I'm like who's nextWhen it's yo time it's just yo time so ain't no need to wear a vestSo much shit be on my mind but ain't no need to even stressBecause it's all God's plan and he's just puttin' you to a testI went from jackin' to rappin' and now I'm gettin' playsI'm ridin' 'round full of tabs mind in a dazeThink I'm slippin' if you wannaI bet I leave a nigga body twitchin' on that cornerYou run up you a gonerHoes be jockin' and niggas be watchin'But I can't let you run up on meThat's why I keep this gun up on meIf you run up you'll get done up homieHoes be jockin' and niggas be watchin'But I can't let you run up on meThat's why I keep this gun up on meIf you run up you'll get done up homie

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Dj Swift On Da TrackTbg Gorilla GangSend My Hittahs On Ah Mission 2 Let You Know That Its TealGave me some time to think, about it should I take it or notA hundred grand, ain't enough I need a mil off the topI got some niggas that i need to get the fuck off the blockI'm in the trenches jumping fences, steady ducking the copsLil nigga talking down on me must be smoking on rocksHow the fuck, you on my head i'm still floating in the drop[?] I got that work, [?] we smoking purpp, you get offIm shootin' first, go across and bite the dirt, i let you niggasGet ya shine on and now that shit over, hundred rounds offThe draco i can't stop till it's over, that lil bitch was talkingShit so she made me pull over, kicked her out and madeHer walk and tol' that bitch that it's over, you ain't noSoldier you pussy, I'll come lay in yo bushes, aint no wayYou could take me i play for keeps you a rookie, no offenceTo these rappers, but aint none of em real, you wasn't doingWhat i was doing till you got [?] boy i'm still in the streetsWe in the back with them sticks, I was chilling they gotComfortable i'm back with the shits, hoes love me forreal,I be thuggin' forreal, niggas outchea tryna kill me got meClutching my steel, brodie full of dem pills, pop a perc andGo crazy, kicked my ex bitch to the curb for playing meLike i'm basic, think it's bout time i spend it back and goAnd take a vacation, shout out to my C.E.O, he just got offAll I know is you better stop playing with a niggaMake me flash out and drop them bands on a niggaPull up the middles hopping out the van with a niggaBefore i go to sleep tonight im praying with my pistol,All I know is you better stop playing with a niggaMake me flash out and drop them bands on a niggaPull up the middles hopping out the van with a niggaBefore i go to sleep tonight im praying with my pistol[?] My nigga ree get on dem boys and go to crashing offLike who dat is, what he said I want that nigga deadLike 10 Grand ain't enough put 50 on his head[?] classic with them ratchets im like fuck a fightRun up on me the wrong way and you gon' lose ya lifeThese niggas shootin' dey ain't tryna hit so i dont need a vestHow you get off on a nigga and punch em in his chest(hahahahaa)From jackin' shit to robbin' shit what ever just to make bands[?] went on a mission got em out at 8 grand, aint with thatAlright shit with rappers i dont make friendsKeep a glock, i cock it and pop it and push yo face inLoaded in the rentals, full of tails we behind two, niggas saidHe gon' kill when he see me bitch you got me bitSpent a band turned a nigga yard into a shootoutParents dont eat shit the next day, and send the U-HaulAll I know is you better stop playing with a niggaMake me flash out and drop them bands on a niggaPull up the middles hopping out the van with a niggaBefore i go to sleep tonight im praying with my pistol,All I know is you better stop playing with a niggaMake me flash out and drop them bands on a niggaPull up the middles hopping out the van with a niggaBefore i go to sleep tonight im praying with my pistolFuck how you feel lil nigga this what it is, keep playing witDat nigga and nigga it getcha killed, im really wit the shitsLil nigga thats how i live, send my youngin' on a missionTo let you know that it's realFuck how you feel lil nigga this what it is, keep playing witDat nigga and nigga it getcha killed, im really wit the shitsLil nigga thats how i live, send my youngin' on a missionTo let you know that it's real, forrealVIDEOSPlay VideoObama's Greatest Music MomentsPlay Video

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