Freddie Gibbs - Hangin' lyrics

[Hook x8] Hanging, mobbing, posted up, chillin [Verse 1: Dom Kennedy] Man life ain't no fairytale you better learn that very well If you go to jail it's no calls on the celly-cell Before me, there was a rapper named Melly mel After him, it was a rapper named Elly L My n***a doing 8 years with no baily bail He won't get to see his daughter till she barely twelve Cold game, I be pricing them gold rings I went in for a charm and came back with the whole thing No games call me by my codename Clayton Crenshaw then re-runs of soul train Propane, chop hoes like lo mein I know some cute thick white girls in Spokane Hanging, mobbing, posted up, chillin Dranking, robbing, smoking, or k**in Banging, squabbing, most of 'em children That's five little n***as in the front of every building [Hook x8] [Verse 2: Freddie Gibbs] Muthaf**a I be hanging, mobbin Fingers twisted gang banging, robbin Stick up at the gas station or two elevens at the liquor store Ask them Popo bout that gangsta Gibbs bet them n***as know Serving dope with dope man nikes on Never trust a b**h that's why I f** with the lights on Tryna justify the way I live but it's quite wrong Headed for the clink, won't sleep a wink 'til this white gone Swishers to the face in Granny's basement that's the chill spot Bought a pound from Ray on thirty three now that's the k** spot So I say we ma** up on n***as and go take it all Got me shaking yay around my way cause that's the way we ball Serving is a ritual, drug scale digital n***as shot the Chevy up and missed me but my homie off in critical So I guess these n***as get wet cause I ain't finished I go out to be a straight up menace and I be hanging [Hook x8]