BFK Lyrics

[Hook x2]
East side niggas stick by it
West side niggas stick by it
North side niggas stick by it
South side niggas stick by it by it

All niggas stick by it
Take a nigga life gon' doubt it
Turked in the nigga still crowded
911 is a joke don't dial it
We ain't really triple when our money stick by it
When they come they stole them motherfuckers get valid
I just wanna crib and a coupe low Mali
Gon' on sudo with the yellow von styles
So high and niggas wanna know why I ride
With semi automatic by my side
'Cause I got niggas coming at my head
But I wanted me to stop my breath
A motherfucker wanna stroke my goal
I hit him twice with the back .44
The witness in this courtroom don't show
And what a nigga don't know bow glow
Drove hoes in the dove game end
On the front page magazine no lame
In the street don't wind up with the nigga too gangsta
Probably never heard on your radio station
Way too dub for this motherfucker rap
Rap way better than your neighbourhood tramp
Bend way down on the upper bitch
Tryina fucking my bitch got my nigga smashed right out
Open the kitchen gotta get it stretching and wipping
Hope some nigga will slippin' we can hit it if you with it
And I shippin' the liver I ain't took a trip in a minute
Now I'm in the position I can give it to my lieutenant
Need a motherfucker rob and a nigga for the job
Peace to the slam and the far trade mob
You know about the life in the mass in Gary,Indiana where niggas get in casket
How you love that

[Hook x2]
East side niggas stick by it
West side niggas stick by itFreddie Gibbs - BFK - http://motolyrics.com/freddie-gibbs/bfk-lyrics.html
North side niggas stick by it
South side niggas stick by it by it

I ain't got time for these bitches
Ain't got a dime for these bitches
Breaking it down with 3 bitches
Duffle stuff with 3/16
He under the pillow I sleep with my miss
And I'm having dreams bigger than 6 digits
Niggas while I rest possess the whip kicks
Even though you addicted 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 for sure go for bust
And really I'm the only nigga I trust
And really I'm the only nigga that cold
New shoes ,cadillac , o 4's
Shine for the dimes in the ratholes
Make a pact ,write a rap ,crack sold
And my trump lead cracks in the bay
Chevy only carry heavy weight gon' save
There's another victim of the game can you blame
And he stay beg in the lane nigga fail
And most you niggas in the rap game big blowers
But at the end of the day they don't get shit for it
Well me and mine gotta eat so I'm beating up the street
In the time and I got to hit the lick force
Enter the garden tryin' to rob the godfather
And if you scared of catching the murder than why bother
I'm pilling off enough puss of hot water
Niggas blow me off and it made me grind harder
Peace to the east nigga peace to the cheese
Got this love for the judge but the hate for police
And a book full of sand that I read when I sleep
Then I wake up and I'm put them on a beat
How you love that

[Hook x4]
East side niggas stick by it
West side niggas stick by it
North side niggas stick by it
South side niggas stick by it by it