
Track 7
Rep 2 tha Fullest (feat. Jay Rock)
feat. Jay Rock
From Str8 Killa No Filla (2010) by Freddie Gibbs.
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Lyrics
Never ever been on my level Fuck with Fred you face to face with the devil Raise hell to raise my funds up Bitch I was raised in the ghetto Pedal to the medal, foot to the four Three hundred fifty horses rolling On the run cause I just kicked in the door Hit a lick, the whip reported stolen Tell me who out here got my back And my dawg just got forty [?] A lot of niggas wanna hold with your four At the end of the day man I hold my strap And it ain't been no holding back Here my life told in all my raps You probably got a problem with that But the Midwest street shit I brought it back Fuck what you want, custom made Jordan's cabinets Slammin on Chrome trill Bitches who pack straps in their bag Stacking their own [?] Rap is for dick suckers and divas I don't recall these Type of niggas living and breathing but I reside that Eastside 17th streets of the G I survive that To the hood niggas go to school do right This shit I'm doing, nigga you could do life Before I pick the mic I earn my stripes I represent it to the fullest Any given day can die by the bullet Strictly no [?] when I pull it (I represent it to the fullest Niggas across the nation Every block, every hood we proud to push it) I represent it to the fullest Any given day can die by the bullet Strictly no [?] when I pull it (I represent it to the fullest Niggas across the nation Every block, every hood we proud to push it) Living every day like it's my last And this fast lane in this race is for the cash Watts city representer, 9 double O 5 9 Got a pound for the low, whatchu smoke Too gutta, too rhymy in this LA Times You a fine, Blood or Crip, don't matter who you are Bitch niggas talk loud Then it's complete silence when it bark blow Niggas don't never talk it out They spark it out, then them [?} come to [?] you out That's what it is, another unsolved mystery Bullets don't never have a name Niggas just aim, squeeze and bust When you time is up, you history Like a arrow cliff, every 24/7 on survival shit If you false flagging niggas kill you on some rider shit Know who you riding with, friends backstab Bitches will get you killed, and it's [?] for sure It's no choke on this front like We in the [?} with big blammers, no punchlines Got a heart of a soldier Ain't no fear in my eyes First signs of submissions That's how it be happening Knowing you're responsible for your actions I spit that real reality rap I do it for the hood where yo acknowledge at I represent it to the fullest Any given day can die by the bullet Strictly no [?] when I pull it (I represent it to the fullest Niggas across the nation Every block, every hood we proud to push it) I represent it to the fullest Any given day can die by the bullet Strictly no [?] when I pull it (I represent it to the fullest Niggas across the nation Every block, every hood we proud to push it)