Untitled 33

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

Yeah
Giggs
Spare No-1
It's nothing
Big Bad Blue
Mykal Million
Kings in the streets
We got this locked
We got this shit
Spare No-1's the camp (Fucking camp)
Kyze
Joe Griz
Triggs
Ninj
Fucking Gunna D
Spen, Young Giggs
It's nothing
Starman Production

You know the fiends kicks off when my name gets called
But Giggsy rides out til the tires are pulled (Like they don't fucking know)
Yo, and I don't even need a weapon
Leave a pussy nigga begging when I kick his fucking head in
Uh (Ooh), I keep the heat and baby missiles
If you wanna get gritty, then I'm screwing on the whistles
Uh, I'm forever on the grizzle (Grizzle)
Put a bullet in you (In you), if you try to start, don't be simple (Simple)
Listen, I'm from the heart of the ghetto
Where most of the population is possessed by the devil (For real)
And we know what it means to be poor
So forget about love 'cause no one feels it no more (No one's seeing it)
Uh, listen, and the bitches are hoes
One minute they could be with you, then they're fucking your foes
You gotta keep your heaters with you, keep your eye on the road (The road)
And before you even know it you'll be smoked by your bro
I'm telling you, this is hell and we don't even know
But the devil's got us pulled just 'cause the weather is cold
And the pigs are devils workers so they're out on patrol
But there's nothing they can do to stop the crack from getting sold (For real)
Uh, and that's a fact, not fiction (Fiction)
The fiends are drugs they want 'cause they paid for the prescription (You get me fam?)
Blud, I'm out for the dough, but I'm on the low (Why?)
'Cause I ain't going back to prison (Come on)
I know a lot of niggas pissed that I'm back
There's a lot of competition but I'm fresh out the lab (The lab)
At the same time, a lot of breddas thinking they're bad
But the pistol I'm packing will leave 'em shitting in bags
I'm tryna get back on the grizzle but the prices are mad
They make me wanna grab a bally block colour mags
Pally, pally with niggas, they're running their gas
Get the poppers and notes
I want all of the stacks (Come on)
I want some gully, hungry niggas that're low on the cash (Well low on the cash)
They don't give a fuck, they'll ride for a quarter of ash
And they can't afford so they be [?]
Work on their metals, you keep on working on abs
A lot of niggas in the hood stay making me laugh (For real)
Yeah they talk a lot of shit like they got lips on their ass (For real)
But they done a lot of dirt, they put in a lot of work
Only dirt that they did is when they get out of the bath
And these chicken heads are on it, yeah you know where they are
Tryna flock a little a little traffic when they wiggle their ass
Want me to take them to a club and buy them drinks at the bar
But the minute they mention money they can get out the car (Haha)
Yeah, I see you tomorrow
And the roads are kinda sticky but I'm pitching the raw
If a nigga try to slit me then I'm quick on the draw
If you see a bitch with me, she got coke in her bra (For real fam)
And you can stash your shit in the cunt
Bitch, sit in the front
I'm the pick of the bunch
I'm the sickest nigga you niggas have heard of in months
I'm the quickest nigga to grip it and run up and dump
Niggas can get it how Little Z did from the runts (For real)
In the city of Gods, you pussies pissing me off
Since I touch road I noticed niggas scared to get robbed
Like, uh, "fuck the grizzle man I'm getting a job"

Bitch niggas, bitch niggas, bitch niggas
Bruddas
Spare No-1
Yeah
The bar say it all