Two's And Fews Lyrics - Cold Day In Hell - Freddie Gibbs

I do it for the 

Thug niggas and bitches off in my neighborhood 

Bout to hit that pop with that product, make sure ya paper good 

Statistics ain't in my favor, but I'm a make it through it 

Don't work no job, man a nigga can't even get insurance 

How you supposed to take ya babies on a doctor visit? 

These conditions validate my excuse for this type of living 

Gotta watch these cops cause I'm pushing poison like Michael Bivins 

Running in your spot where you have them chickens is my religion 

The Stick Up Man, so cut me in or cut it out, bitch 

Quick to walk my dog up to your doorstep if you doubt this 

Bury me with Swishers and at least an ounce to bounce with 

Corporate Thuggin Mafia, you bout that life, or you ain't bout shit 

Picture me rolling that brand new Ferrari California 

And the sex was great, fuck a second date, it was nice to know ya 

A bougie bitch that can't take the smoke, she ain't like the odor 

Fresh off the dopehouse with geekers tweaking off my aroma 

Fuck your artists, pistol charges, man I got like two of those 

Better know when it come to them choppers, got quite a few of those 

Nigga 

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A few of those get me right for the nighttime 

Getting gone til I see the sunlight shine 

Yo pick to stay with a pack of bitches, that's super cold 

That OG kush and them platinum cookies, I'm stupid blowed 

So whatcha need out the trunk, cause I got like two of those 

And when it comes to them choppers, got quite a few of those 

Nigga 

I said I'm fresh off my flight, nigga, New York City 

Had the tool in the club like I'm Shyne and Diddy 

Said this shit can get ugly like Craig Mack 

And my niggas in ya crib asking where that bread at? 

Club, that means a few bottles, a few shots mayne 

Live and die in LV, 2pac mayne 

Thought they had me boxed in, boxed in the corner 

I guess they didn't know my momma had me on the corner? 

All I know is crack rock, crack spots, nigga, crack pots 

They say hit the dealership and buy the whole lot 

See I'm irresponsible, I lost the whole top 

And this shit I'm smoking on, it cost a whole lot 

Give my niggas 20 grand, shoot up your whole block 

Catch ya slipping on the porch, knock off ya whole top 

It's the world motherfucker, next the uni 

Counting paper hurt my hand, I need a fuckin nurse 

It's Young Jizzle motherfucker, I get it how I live 

You pussy niggas getting love, there go Gangsta Gibbs 

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Gangsta Gibbs ho 

Two bitches cooking in the crib ho 

A quarter kilo and some Kool Aid in the fridge ho 

Thuggish ruggish black motherfucker in a black lac 

Black talon knock the letters off a snapback 

He pushing packages, I think he in the rat pack 

We got the villa in Anguila, blowing anthrax 

Mob shit, there really ain't no speaking about this thing of ours 

Born and raised up in the G, a nigga beat the odds 

You see me floating to the crib with a fleet of broads 

Might wanna fuck in my garage when they see them cars 

These niggas drop that goofy shit and yeah I'm sure it sold 

There's real niggas rapping, there's only a few of those, nigga