Bfk Lyrics - Baby Face Killa - Freddie Gibbs

East side niggas stay bout it 

West side niggas stay bout it 

North side niggas stay bout it 

South side niggas stay bout it bout it 

G.I. niggas stay bout it 

Take a nigga life don't doubt it 

Church and the liquor store crowded 

911 is a joke don't dial it 

We ain't really tripping when the money stay piling 

Money comin slow then mothafuckas get violent 

I just want a crib and a coupe low mileage 

Blowing on some dope with a yellow bone stallion 

So high, and niggas wanna know why I ride 

With semi automatic by my side 

Cause I got niggas comin at my head 

But I won't let them bitches stop my bread 

A mothafucka wanna short my dough 

I hit him twice with the black fo-fo 

The witness, courtroom no-show 

And what a nigga don't know, won't go 

'Dro, hoes and the dope game made me 

On the front page magazine, no label 

Industry don't want him cause the nigga's too gangsta 

Probably never heard him on ya radio station 

Way too thug for these mothafuckin' rappers 

Rap way better than ya neighborhood trapper 

Man came down on the uppity bitch 

I be fuckin' the bitch, let my niggas smash right after 

Dope in the kitchen gotta get it stretchin' n whippin' 

Know some niggas that slippin, we can hit a lick if you with it 

Then I ship and deliver, I ain't took a trip in a minute 

Now i'm in the position, I can give it to my lieutenant 

Need a mothafucka robbed, I'm the nigga for the job 

Peace to the Slammin' and the 5-Trey Mob 

What you know about that life in the mask 

Them Gary, Indiana niggas gift wrap ya casket, how ya love that? 

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East side niggas stay bout it 

West side niggas stay bout it 

North side niggas stay bout it 

South side niggas stay bout it bout it 

Yea, I ain't got time for these bitches 

Ain't gotta dime for these bitches 

Breakin' it down for 3 bitches 

Duffle stuffed with 3 6's 

Heat under the pillow, I sleep wit' my Mrs 

And I'm havin' dreams that's bigger than 6 digits 

Niggas where I rest possessed to whip chickens 

Livin' on ya dick til ya hit the next shipment 

So high, and niggas wanna know why I, ride 

With semi automatic by my, side 

I need a nigga that's fosho gon' bust 

And really I'm the only nigga I, trust 

And really I'm the only nigga that, cold 

New shoes, Cadillac on vogues 

Shine for the dimes and the rat, hoes 

Check a pack, write a rap, crack, sold 

And my trunk leave cracks in the pavement 

Chevy only carry heavy weight, Lord save 'em 

Just another victim of the game, can you blame 'em 

And he stay paid, can't a lame nigga fade 'em 

And most of you niggas in the rap game dick blowers 

But at the end of the day they don't get shit for it 

But me and mine's gotta eat, so I'm beatin' up the street 

Dinner time, man, I gotta hit a lick for it 

Send 'em to God, tryna rob the godfather 

And if you scared of catchin' a murder then why bother 

I'm peelin' off a knock for pots of hot water 

Niggas wrote me off and it made me grind harder 

Peace to the East, nigga peace to the chief 

Got a slug for the judge, bringin' heat for police 

And a book full of sins that I reap when I sleep 

Then I wake up and I put em on a beat, how you love that? 

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East side niggas stay bout it 

West side niggas stay bout it 

North side niggas stay bout it 

South side niggas stay bout it bout it