Untitled 7

(album: Best Of Giggs (The Real Meaning) - 2008)

Spare No-1
Giggs (Alright)
It's nothing anymore
Kyze in the building (Alright)
We're not even gonna go that hard, fuck
(Al-alright, get busy y'all)
I'm just going to relax (Alright)
Serious (Alright)
Free Young Giggs (Alright)
You're not on it, you get me? (Alright)
It's nothing (Alright, get busy y'all)
SN1 (Free [?])
(Al-alright)
What you talking about? I always come some flops (Al-alright)

Niggas know any beat I'm on, I have to fucking batter (For real)
I'm getting dirty like an everyday ghetto slapper (Slapper)
You bring your stick, I bring my stick, and we can rat-ah-ta-ta (Rat-ah-tat)
I got the pumpy with the nose barrel bigger than Shabba (Al-alright)
I just walked out them prison gates heading straight to the dirty (Dirty)
'Cause I ain't going back to jail, them feds will have to murk me (For real)
Blud, I'm willing to squeeze
Clap til I fall to my knees
I'm not just talking 'bout the feds, that's anyone giving me grief
Wifey don't understand why I'm always drawing my weapon
I've no love for these streets, like I suffer postnatal depression
I have to keep making examples, niggas keep forgetting (What?)
How they were hollering and screaming when the bullet went in (Alright-right, for real)
Niggas start thinking they're superman 'cause they got a gat (Alright, gat)
I'm being real cause, I'm telling you it's not that (Al-alright, that)
Niggas can roll up on your strip and push your cap back (Cap)
The feds will find your body twist up in a black bag

(Alright, alright, alright)
Ay, Triggs, what you saying? I'm coming hard on this?
(Al-al-alright)
Ah, let's go, let's go
(Al-al-alright)

I got the midas touch, any beat I touch turns gold
The nigga with the sickest flow, keep up before you catch a cold
I'm repping south, the bottom of the compass
'Cause me I had to fool me and my gun will turn dunces (Al-alright, dummies)
I'm going in for the kill, I'ma shoot at will
With two identical.9's, I call them Phil and Lil
My bullets filling, [?] pump him with a drill in
And his body turning white 'cause he's losing all his melanin (Alright)
Leave on me? Fuck that, I ain't got no one to lean on
The fiends are fucking starving so I'm out here tryna feed 'em (Feed 'em)
The pigs are tryna nick us (Nick us)
But what's all the bother?
We feed the fiends, they feed us back, so it's just like we feed each other (Al-alright-right)
I'm from the gutter, and that's how we do it
They wanna put a stop to it just 'cause they ain't been through it
Well fuck 'em anyway
I'm moving B, that crack [?]
I'm cacking every single day
I pop it back and let it clap (Al-alright)

Alright
Alright
Alright
Al-al-alright