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[Verse 1: Freddie Gibbs]

I wanted to be just like my big homie OJ

Instead of going to college four years I cooked the 4 way

King of the underground with no radio, pushing, no play

Still got plenty of smokers and geekers up in my doorway

Mama, I'm gonna do it, dropping the 4-1 to it

Poison in my two litter, I'm posted with my two heaters

I know that my enemies pray I get smoked for this golden [?]

Father, please forgive me, I done left niggas no longer breathing

Broke, blind and crippled, tuned up in [?]

Nothing but murder on my mind but my bottom line's the issue

Girl don't hug and kiss you, saying you need some rehab

Serve the Chronic, make me an addict

Guess I'ma be that nigga until my heart don't tick

Yeah, the Indiana Godfather, Eastside, bitch

All is well when I bail, slang and bang 'til they tag my toe

I let my nuts drag down to the floor, gangsta Gibbs, baby, uh

And if you don't know, now you know, nigga

[Hook]

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Everybody clap your hands, go, go, go, go, go, go

[Verse 2: Chill Moody]

Uh, plans to be the greatest

I *hock tui* spit in the faces of those they hold sacred, call them overrated

Haters looking at me sideways like I voted Reagan

Screaming "bro!" but there's no relation, your flow is basic

Grind and tired of waiting, boosted up on that donors list

Been over patients, now how sick is that?

Mr. Green on the track, I Jack the Rip for that

Philly on my shoulders like Iverson had the Sixers back

In them early double 0's, travel where trouble goes

Landed at O Jays, cautious of undercover foes

The backstabbers, they smile in your face

Cards revealed they yell "Sorry!", move you out of your space

It ain't a game though, well, at least that's how the saying go

Bottles to the face, pour a little for the slain though

On the road to the riches, tinted Durango

Won't park 'til the Sun sets, no Drain-no, go

[Hook]

Everybody clap your hands, go, go, go

Everybody clap your hands, go, go, go, go, go, go

[Verse 3: Apollo the Great]

Uh, I wanted to be just like my big cousin Chad

He took a few shots, thought he was 2Pac but didn't rap

Showed me what it was to be in a trap

Start with nothing turn it into a step

Cooking crack, where a fiend live at

Looking back, yo, I needed that

The reason that these youngins is cold red

'Cause they ain't got official oldhead

Mine was, conduct, my father figure dropping juice on me

I'm more advanced than a lot of niggas

Thoroughbred mentality, if men challenge me

Guaranteed that end violently, then silently

Talk to pigs, that's a no-no

Offical like the polo with the little logo

Do my dirt all by my dolo

Now yo, yo, waddup, yo?

Niggas is cutthroat, murder for anything but those scandalous slut hoes

The streets flood of the drug sold to the snub nose

Niggas fronting in the front, shots ringing when the club close

[Outro]

*I went through trials and tribulations, that's why I'm here, yeah. We all make mistakes, yeah and you do reap what you sow. So don't think you don't. You know I got involved with drugs and that's why I'm here. But this is not who I am, this is what I became*