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Suitcase Switch

Freddie Gibbs
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I have lived my life I have dreamed my dreams Now death take me away Yeah, check it out, yeah, listen, uh Ayo, my raps are like the facts of life We are less alike Your raps are gay Just like the cast of Facts Of Life Let me cast a light, shed it even I don't give a fuck about getting even Cause if I did I'd be at the crib in a Posture, a monster Underneath the bed you're sleeping Drink till I'm real real wildly Grab a pen, can't stop me Fuck around, rewrite Kill Bill Have it with him and kill Bill Cosby Have a pretty pretty pop in his asshole Make him pop pills Wake up, butt naked, ass up, pants tied With his mouth all gagged, face down in the ground in a sand castle I'm a motherfucking master, ask somebody No asterisk, I body bag somebody So acrobatic, I bet your acrobatic Inspector Gadget Go and rob old Bo Jackson's body Never been a better metaphor for a slinger Show me a beat I ain't a 4-4 king of And a fork over a four course dinner I'mma put four little holes in a foe denim You keep clothes in a suitcase bitch I keep dough in a suitcase bitch Two identicals do a suitcase switch Pay me your Adrian Peterson swish Maybe get rich, eating Gibson's on a Tuesday lunch Got a hunch Tuesday you'll be at the Liquor Boy Towne Center every Tuesday brunch What am I living for? The present future's not for me I can't be what I want to be So let me sail away Suitcase switch What am I living for? The present future's not for me I can't be what I want to be So let me sail away Suitcase switch Now I lay me down to sleep Bad bitch laying right next to me Sexing me, wake up, beat that face with my diamond teeth These niggas be downing me These hoes should be crowning me Crowning me, G.I. nigga, church Crackhouse nigga stoked down the street Which one you gon' run to? How much bread can you run through? Digging in the motherfucking pack now you Can't make back what the dope man front you Robbing and homicide, this what it come to Black mask up when we come through 12 Gauge hit him in his ribs cause a Motherfucker did what a nigga can't undo Bloody murder, murder, nah nah can't take that back Fuck the feds, I won't tell them shit Go to my grave with that Homeboy wanna go half on a brick Yeah yeah I stay with that Had some snitches slip through the clique Might bring my pager back I don't know why these niggas be downing me These hoes should be crowning me Cop a pound, a half a pound, a quarter pound, an ounce from me Bought a bitch a pair of J's, she bagged the dope and count for me New Jack City with her titties out Turn around, see what this dick about Young Gibbs What am I living for? The present future's not for me I can't be what I want to be So let me sail away Suitcase switch What am I living for? The present future's not for me I can't be what I want to be So let me sail away Suitcase switch