Untitled 37

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

Look at all these niggas claiming that they're bastards
Blud, they've got me in stitches, they're claiming to be hard niggas
Must be sipping hard liquor
If inside their feelings, give up, the jiggs up
If Giggs is in the fucking building
I've been through shit you've only seen when you robbed pictures
I bet you'd piss yourself if a bullet missed you by inches (Come on)
And killing off your enemies right now's your only interest
Your bussing shots and night or day, to you or me it's no difference (Uh)
Your only problem now is everybody knows your business
The streets are talking, and talking only helps the snitches
We got reason to believe that Thompson's involved in these shootings
Now the police wanna come in and kick the door out off the hinges
Only real niggas can understand the realness (Realness)
Let's have this shit on lock to keep the coppers off your feelers (Fellers)
Make sure you've got your shit uncock, on chopper blud I'm
Serious (Uh)
Your copper shots have gotta leave 'em bloody as a period (Come on)
What'd you know about life threatening situations?
I'm bussing for everything 'cause you just ain't got the patience
That's why I'm on the low (Low)
But little did I know these little pussyhole feds have got my yard under surveillance
They can watch my crib, they never get nowhere with that
Go out the fence, go out the back
I roll and bounce, and dip in cabs
It's time to go and pick up the stash
I'm on the grind with a key full of OZ's bulging out my JD bag
That's the way I live, the life that I'm pushing
Hustle everyday, hardly any time for my woman
We end things, we can't fall back and land on a cushion
If I fall back, I bang my head, you feeling it cousin?
All I'm tryna do is eat, keep food in the kitchen
But when I come home late, my women keeps moaning and bitching
I've had the hardest fucking day
But you know that they don't listen
If I was broke and stayed at home, you'd know they still fucking moan