Gangsta Gibbs gives us his version of an old proverb, while dropping some early 80’s slang[Hook]

I keep it real I don't speak no evil, preach no evil, fear no evil

Man, this one for my people

And my folks, they gotta get up and get it

That's risking catching a slug in they fitted

You gotta hit that block, and get money til the day that you go

Please understand life ain't long

Once again it's on, another day another dollar

We gon pump that diesel, clutching our Desert Eagles

We don't fear no evil

[Verse 1]

Where the hell you been? I been around the block and back again

No reruns, but I'm letting 'em know what's happening

When I wake up I'm on my hustle, getting scratch again

Hoping and praying I don't go back to slinging crack again

Don't think cause I'm rapping that I won't bust a gat again

Put one in your body, have all of your bones shattering

So tell your homies I ain't with the tounge wrestling

He gon' fuck with me and end up murdered in that 'llac he in

This ain't a game, why you niggas think I'm playing with ya?

Sit back and let me paint this lyrical picture

I done seen true friends turn into true foes

And these so-called real niggas turn into real hoes

When these niggas get exposed they don't talk, they just walk right past ya

Leaving me no choice but to blast ya

Man all I'm tryin to do is feed my people

You don't want me busting the Desert Eagle

I don't fear no evil

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[Verse 2]

This a stick-up nigga, I ain't playing with your bitch ass

I'm coming for the work and the cash in your stizzash

I scoop up the goodies and then I'm gone in a flizzash

I'm outta town before the word spread like a rizzash

Hate it or love it, man, that's how shit go

I sit and think about my future while I'm puffing the dro

Hell yeah, I plan on getting riches off my flow

If it don't work, I found another way to get my dough

Cause this rap shit is like a popularity contest

It's time to give the props to the niggas that rhyme best

A lot of niggas might take this shit outta context

Haters can't understand it cause the flow so complex

I hit the weed and leave my pain in the ashtray

Fuck a 9 to 5 I'mma get mine the fast way

The ski mask way

The only way I know to get it

Oh I can hit the booth and spit it the way I know to spit it, Gangsta

[Hook]