Lyrics

[Intro: Kendrick Lamar] G'yeah K-Dot Freeway Budden It's R\real Bang 'em [Hook: Freeway] Niggas want beef, ride up Then Free hit ya niggas' squad up, squad up Then my niggas squad up If you got trees fire it up, fire it up [Verse 1: Freeway] This is for the G's, and this is for hustlas This is for the hustlas, now back to the G's Free packed intro, TEC with a muffler Bring it on you busters, watch you niggas flee He's making a killing off putting his life on Pro Tools The new school, the rap version of Aaron Jones The hair and bones To rock Jane, to cocaine, to spit game To get us, they get tucked Nigga, don't get gassed up, might get blast up It ain't about being tough, but even in them interviews Every time you see me, got a semi in the tuck Chickens at the label like "Leave the gat at home You know those Hip-Hop cops got it in for you" They got it in for us, but they ain't bending us We got a infra strong enough to flip a code [Hook: Freeway] Niggas want beef, ride up Then Free hit ya niggas' squad up, squad up Then my niggas squad up If you got trees fire it up, fire it up [Verse 2: Joe Budden] This is for the G's, and this is for hustlas This is for the hustlas, now back to the G's Cops trying to cease my beans No nice clothes were caught in the morning Trying to crease my jeans I remember me as a young buck Trying to put work in Same pants for two weeks But I would iron the dirtiness real Back then the battle was urgent Now days you see me in the same shit I didn't have the detergent I'm riding Six and Park You used thought you knew like the back of your hand Turn around and give the glove So I learn to stay with you 'Cause when your wheels look like 'Terminator 2' It'll turn your man into a hater, true Hopefully the pain will stay past then As what's to come, it's better that what has been Think about it, but if his problems keep playing, solve 'em Joey and Freeway, still hood, still starving, nigga [Hook: Freeway] Niggas want beef, ride up Then Free hit ya niggas' squad up, squad up Then my niggas squad up If you got trees fire it up, fire it up [Verse 3: Kendrick Lamar] This is for the G's, and this is for hustlas This is for the hustlas, now back to the G's (Uh) My big Unc still fucking with customers Greyhound, not in town, moving them ki's Hoopty or V12, I'm moving them keys Niggas know me well, can't move me with ease (Yeah) Go in your pockets and take all your cheese That how I make my profit, rob y'all when ya sleep It's the black Clark Kent, Superman of this rap shit Play Superman when them gats spit And them Kryptonite hollow tips make you backflip Then chaperone you to a casket, it's real Goddamn, there's no man like I am That can compose the skills of a genius (Right) I'm not Hip-Hop's future, I'm Hip-Hop's Fred Krueger A new nightmare, I'm right there, with the head of Lucifer Killing you demons; God's children, what can you do to us? This rap shit ain't new to us Been real, since Mama was stroller scootin' us Y'all better get used to us, I'm my own scout, nigga How you recruiting us? Heh, I call your bluff, they said stop But then the people said it wasn't enough, nigga [Hook: Freeway & Kendrick Lamar] Niggas want beef, ride up Then Free hit ya niggas' squad up, squad up Then my niggas squad up If you got trees fire it up, fire it up K-Dot If you got trees fire it up, fire it [Outro: Kendrick Lamar] I'm here baby Compton Hub City Threat Minor of the Year Freeway, G'yeah Budden Yeah