Go For It

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[Verse 1: Freddie Gibbs]
Now bitch scream if your pussy clean
Go and let some real G’s get up in them jeans
Beat it for a couple rounds, get you in [?]
Make a movie on the floor send it to the screen
I bet she go, I bet she go, I bet she go for it
Se ’bout to turn it up and drop it to the floor for it
I heard she leasing out the pussy, paid a note for it
She only fuck with ballers, rappers and the dope boys
And I’m the type of nigga to hit you with the dope there
So bring your friend, I brought my partner, that’s a dope ship
If you with pimping nothing worser than a broke bitch
Leave that pussy standing in the cold, that’s some cold shit[Hook: Freddie Gibbs]
I bet she go, I bet she go, I bet she go for it
I bet she go, I bet she go, I bet she go for it
I bet she go, I bet she go, I bet she go for it
I bet she go, I bet she go, I bet she go for it
Now bitch scream if your pussy clean
Now bitch scream if your pussy clean
Now bitch scream if your pussy clean
Now bitch scream if your pussy clean[Verse 2: Young Jeezy]
Real nigga in the building, bitch, shake it like your body trapped
Desert in the.45, yeah, my whole body strapped
I got a lot of flow, this here is my molly rock
You on the pills, nigga? No, but the bitches is
Pull up in that two-door, kill ’em, no witnesses
Hop out the bitch, it’s the world, what the business is?
I gotta spend this bitch, manage bitch
She get on her Atlantic shit
She get to talking crazy, I don’t understand a bit
I got a Jamaican bitch, she rather roll up and fuck
Bitch, I got a swisher for ya, put it in your mouth or what?
Long hair, ass tight, yeah, you know that mouth right
Yeah, I bet she go for it, it’s gon’ be a long night[Hook][Outro: Freddie Gibbs]
Now bitch scream if your money green
Bitch, you out here making money now you made the team
She got a baby by some nigga with some major cream
All these expensive vacations, I ain’t paid a thing
I bet she go, I bet she go, I bet she go for it
I got the dough, you got the snow, now go get a snowboard
Snowbunny bitches in the kitchen, and they go for it
They only fuck with rappers, ballers and them dopeboys
And I’m the type of nigga to hit you with the dope there
So bring your friend, I brought my partner, that’s a dope ship
If you with pimping nothing worser than a broke bitch
Leave that pussy standing in the cold, that’s some cold shit[Hook]

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G.I. Pride

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Queen (Luv U 2 Death)

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Natural High (Even Higher Learning)

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Str8 Slammin’

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Rap Money

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World So Cold

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B.A.N.ned

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Heaven Can Wait

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Str8 Killa, No Filla

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Let ’em Burn

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G.I. Pride

[Verse 1:]
I was born in small town with big dreams
Pops told me as a child I would do big things
Used to watch him in the mirror when he used to rehearse
Hella talented but talent wasn’t makin’ no merch
Another product of that Gary, Indiana
Sex, drugs, and murder
Dirty politicians, dirty police, dirty burners
On the streets as a worker
Was a very fast learner
School never taught me how to be a earner
Before you mothafuckers bother me just take a look at this economy
Cause economically we at the bottom
So playa hatin’ niggas copy me
My enemies they tried to body me
But couldn’t get to me before I got ’em
A motherfuckin’ problem
Gangster Gibbs
When I do it do it big
Put it down for the crib
Rap shit to totin’ that cash shit
And it’s plain to see
That it ain’t no changin’ me[Hook:]
I’m comin’ live from the
G, A-R-Y
Good or bad, right or wrong
Where the young boys die
No mercy, no pity in my city and it’s plain to see
That it ain’t no changin’ me
Nigga I’m fresh up outta
(Gary Indiana, Gary Gary Indiana)
I’m straight up outta
(Gary Indiana, Gary Gary Indiana)
I said I’m fresh up outta
(Gary Indiana, Gary Gary Indiana)
Nigga I’m straight up outta
(Gary Indiana, Gary Gary Indiana)[Verse 2:]
I’m comin’ live from the
G, A-R-Y
Good or bad, right or wrong
Where the young boys die
No mercy, no pity, not a tear in my eye
Why cry, I’m a blaze another blunt n’ get high
Look in the sky, blow the smoke to my niggas
Pray to God for forgiveness
Yes I’m sinnin’ but I’m winnin’ and it’s bidness on you bitches
You can go against my wishes and put a stop on my riches
Then my peeps leave you sleep in Lake Michigan with the fishes
Niggas think that it’s fictitious till they hear that ratta-tatta
Niggas scatter
Even senior citizens tote the hammer
Thought that Gary, Indiana was movin’ on up the ladder
But I guess it didn’t matter when the crackers got sick’a Hatcher
They turn their back to us
Introduce crack to us
Got you ridin’ with that iron in that black Buick
I been through it, you can feel it in my music
Cook it up and move it
This is how we do it[Hook:]
I’m comin’ live from the
G, A-R-Y
Good or bad, right or wrong
Where the young boys die
No mercy, no pity in my city and it’s plain to see
That it ain’t no changin’ me
Nigga I’m fresh up outta
(Gary Indiana, Gary Gary Indiana)
I’m straight up outta
(Gary Indiana, Gary Gary Indiana)
I said I’m fresh up outta
(Gary Indiana, Gary Gary Indiana)
Nigga I’m straight up outta
(Gary Indiana, Gary Gary Indiana)[Verse 3:]
Nigga I represent the East side
7-tier GBT town
Riff block, valley boy
Nigga catch a beat down
Midtown, Marshalltown, Avignon, Goldmiller
GV Concord
Bronx niggas real killas
Etna to Ironwood, full of crazy niggas
Shady niggas, can’t forget ’bout my Delaney niggas
And all my homies through the streets of the G
I’m gonna let the streets speak though me
It’s for them cats pushin’ packs in the hallway
Doin’ it the hard way
Posted on the corner like liquor stores on Broadway
Watchin’ for the jackals keep ’em clappin for the gunplay
Live for the day
Motherfuck what a nigga say
I’m just showin’ off my GI pride
Anywhere the kid go, you know GI ride
So I dedicate this record to my GI thugs
And I bleed the same GI blood[Hook:]
I’m comin’ live from the
G, A-R-Y
Good or bad, right or wrong
Where the young boys die
No mercy, no pity in my city and it’s plain to see
That it ain’t no changin’ me
Nigga I’m fresh up outta
(Gary Indiana, Gary Gary Indiana)
I’m straight up outta
(Gary Indiana, Gary Gary Indiana)
I said I’m fresh up outta
(Gary Indiana, Gary Gary Indiana)
Nigga I’m straight up outta
(Gary Indiana, Gary Gary Indiana)

Queen (Luv U 2 Death)

[Gun Shots]
She like the realest shit I ever wrote
She like a drug addiction for my pain and sickness
She the antidote, like the most killest shit I ever smoked
Her color and the texture of skin, boost my high with every stroke
She got a steady gig, own car, own crib, no kids
Let’s start a family baby, I’m convinced
You that stability that my life lack
The type of Woman that make a gangsta wanna clean up his act
And baby I know I get out of line sometimes
But understand that all I do, I do for us, you gotta respect my grind
I play the cost that I was dealt the best a nigga could do
Won’t let my street position weaken my position with you
Because you my Queen, put nothing above you and I’mma show you
Please don’t worry bout them bitches before you, Cuz they below you
You the perfect verse, perfect Earth to plant my seed
You know what I mean you my Queen, I love you to death
She been here with me through it all
And even when a nigga fall
She be right there to pick me up again
Sometimes I feel like she my only friend
The only person I can trust
The only one I can confide in
Man she the only thing I really need
She like the perfect verse, perfect Earth to plant my seed
She the type to fix my meal and twist my green
Y’all know what I mean? She’s my Queen
I love her to death
If she was selling pussy, She’d be on a gold mine
Hard to take attention away from something that’s so fine
And every time I see ya, I’m in the panties in no time
Liquor in the morning, she make the breakfast with no swine
Eggs, turkey bacon with the cheese and the grits
In the crib I hide the pills and the weed by the brick
About a half by the O, Little Ron, Little snow
I don’t bring my niggas over there so don’t nobody know
Until one day my girl was taking off to go to the store
Two mothafuckas with them choppas walked her back in the door
They like, Yo gimme the dope, the weed, the money out the bedroom
Make it snappy bitch, I’m about to put one in her head soon
Man I don’t know shit about no dope or no weed
She like, baby please give em what they want so they can leave
Niggas stuck me for my cheese and disrespected my Queen
On my momma I’mma make them niggas bleed, I love you to Death
She been here with me through it all
And even when a nigga fall
She be right there to pick me up again
Sometimes I feel like she my only friend
The only person I can trust
The only one I can confide in
Man she the only thing I really need
She like the perfect verse, perfect Earth to plant my seed
She the type to fix my meal and twist my green
Y’all know what I mean? She’s my Queen
I love her to death
She my French vanilla butter pecan chocolate deluxe
Most these niggas act like bitches, but she the bitch that I trust
Since them niggas left me stuck, My pockets been fucked up
He and She don’t feel like We, It’s Me and Her
Fuck us Fuss cuss Fuck fight, under the same roof
I think this bitch just set me up and now I just need proof
She getting random calls, random texts from her ex
It didn’t take too long for me to make the dots connect
And bitch you know me and this nigga got beef
I can’t believe you down to sacrifice my life to put him back on his feet
He out here flossing with my money and you breaking bread with him
Motherfuck him if you love him, I’mma leave you dead with him
I was down to give my life for you, wife for you
Loved you from the start, stanking ass bitch you breaking my heart
Ho I should shoot you in yo face, close-casket your wake
But I’mma show respect and bang you in the chest, I love you to [Gun shot]

Natural High (Even Higher Learning)

[Verse 1:]
You like my
You like my
You like my
Morning, my light, my love, my heart, my soul
The only one I relate to
You’ve been looking for some one on one time
So let me pick you up and I’m a take you on a date boo
Everything I want and need
Am I in love? oh yes indeed
Only woman that I ever met in my life that had me tricking off all my extra cheese
Been in jail and I bled for you
You know the typical things that Fred’ll do
And you remember back in the days
When I was 17, momma caught me laying in the bed with you
I’m a open up doors for you, diss all my hoes for you
You put me in my own world, make a niggas toe curl, like a real girl supposed to do
Plus I must admit I get sad when you away
I just can’t live this life without you, I can’t get through my day
One summer we had to break up cause you couldn’t deal with the heat
Everybody in the hood wanna say that you a stone cold freak
They hit it last week, but I don’t listen to a peep
Uh… this might sound like I’m simping
Y’all might just say I’m tripping
But you know a player gotta maintain
I don’t flame Jane, I don’t complete my mission
Your sense, your texture, your touch, I’m in lust
When I roll up with a couple blunts that roll with me, what’s up?
One more puff, I wanna touch[Hook:]
I wanna touch, wanna feel you
Can’t ride without you by my side
I guess it’s something when I’m near you
That keeps me on a natural high
I wanna touch, wanna feel you
Can’t ride without you by my side
I guess it’s something when I’m near you
That keeps me on a natural high
And I…
I love you mary, mary, baby
And I…
Don’t go nowhere without my baby
And I…
I love you mary, mary, baby
And I…
Don’t go nowhere without my baby
And I…[Verse 2:]
Must say I do to you, so let’s jump the broom
First time that we met, no sweat
Had to get you undressed up in my uncle’s room
Sweet as two cherry pies
Red hair, green eyes
Gotta switch up flavors and colors, she accessorize
On the real, if you came as a meal, I would lick you fresh off the plate
Woke up this morning, brushed my teeth and kissed you fresh out the gate
Yeah I’m a fool for you, let them niggas hate
When I don’t bring you ’round my homies say I’m handcuffing
Fuck em, they straight, they straight
They know you stay on deck
I make sure you stay fresh
Every time that I roll up, baby done shown up, wrapped in my favorite dress
That purple or that peach
Optimo, Swisher Sweets
Some fools can’t move off that Mary
Freddie G never miss a beat
It might sound like I’m simping
Y’all might just say I’m tripping
But you know a player gotta maintain
I don’t flame Jane, I don’t complete my mission
Your smell, your texture, your touch, I’m in lust
When I roll up with a couple blunts that roll with me, what’s up?
One more puff, I wanna touch[Hook]

Str8 Slammin’

[Hook: Freddie Gibbs]
Can you picture a nigga out here clocking cash and
Pulling stick ups, I guess I had to Glock and mask it
Nine zippers, let’s bust that open, cut and bag it
Water whipper, I’m in the kitchen Str8 Slammin’
Thug niggas, and drug dealers, that’s all I hang with
Puffing Swishers, and fucking hoes, we on the same shit
In the kitchen, gon’ whip my weight up to a mansion
Eight figures, that’s what I call Str8 Slammin[Verse 1: Freddie Gibbs]
G.I. thuggin
Yes picture this Midwest nigga rollin
Hardrock hustling
Bitches stick to the dick cause you know a nigga holding
Living on some pimp shit
I’m a let y’all chase hoes, I’m a get chosen
Keep a bitch dick whipped
Got a whole lotta broads that’ll bust that open
Fresh up off a straight dope stain
I know my clothes still smell like cocaine
The real niggas understand
I ain’t trying to be the man
If you put it in my hands, it’ll go mayne
I keep a whole thing or better pushed to the side
Got like 32 bells of bubba kush in the ride
If you wanna get high, all drugs I provide
Getting my thug on where I preside
Nigga been bust at, still I survive
Push packs and I live to tell it in my raps
Lost a couple homies, I can never get em back
Life got me stressed, so I’m twisting up a sack
I’m street certified, nigga – check my stats
Back up to the wall cause I’m coming up to bat
And these little niggas said they got racks on racks
So the stick up man had to put the tax on the tax
Got damn[Hook][Verse 2: Juicy J]
Fuck what I’m worth
Still out here on the grind
Trying to stack racks
Racks on racks, never caught slipping
Nigga get wrong, it’s a toe tag
Fucks with the hood
Still eat good
Hanging with the killers with the black masks
They will kidnap your wife and kids
You niggas don’t want that
Do what we gotta do to make it
Hope them jackers won’t take it
If a nigga violate me I heard my young nigga’s gon erase em
I don’t fight over no bitches but I kill for bread
And I don’t hang out with no niggas that sleep with Feds
Ride down on your block with that chopper, let that bitch go
If you try to open shop up, that shit closed
Money and the power
What we hustle for?
We already run ya house, ain’t no kicking doors[Hook]

Rap Money

[Verse 1: Freddie Gibbs]
Take a dance with the devil if you will
Hit the booth to lay my vocals with a seven of some kill
Still addicted to the reefer, been a chiefer since a teen though
Started serving sacks of stress, weed through my screen door
Went to banging them boulders through my burglar bars
Knowing every fiend that I serve, I could get served with a charge
People set me up, tried to rob me in my cousin garage
Even your family will fuck you, fuck love, its just a facade
I need some rap money, pimping my pen, getting paid, bitch
Paper in my pocket before I jump on the stage, bitch
Let them labels know that a piece of change ain’t gonna change him
Cuz’ way before I gave you this Gary thing I was slanging, banging
Eastside niggas gotta eat
Got caught up on 65, it’s been dry for about a week
Pray to the heavenly father, now I lay me down to sleep
I promise I’ma take my hands up out the streets if I could only get some rap money[Hook: Freddie Gibbs]
Ya rather do this shit than that shit
Don’t get it fucked up that’s just some rap shit
Ya rather do this than that shit
Don’t get it fucked up that’s just some rap shit[Verse 2: Daz Dillinger]
Started smoking Chronic out with Doctor Dre
Youngest out the group, wishing and hoping to get paid
Starving on two bags of weed with seven niggas
Created Doggystyle, the youngest up out to live the Dogg Pound
Still hungry, poured us some dog food, alleged
Don’t try to tell me dreams don’t come true
Formatted the plan, the motherfucking man
Rap money in my hand, mo’ G’s and mo’ gram
Hooked up with Pac, all eyes on me
Just call me that nigga Daz or the D-A-Z
Twenty years later I’m here just like I never left
Rock the motherfucking stage, every night I collect
Worldwide respect, keep it independent
Distribute and press my own CDs, ya little nigga
Sixty days later this how a nigga spend it
Rap money, hundred thousand sold, nigga meal ticket
Love rap money[Hook]

World So Cold

The most perfect mistake I made
Really knew that I gave it raw to any bitch I laid
But I did it whether love or lust it ain’t no thing
Just can’t wait for you see the light of day so I pick yo name
Watch you take yo first breath stumble and take yo first step
Speak yo first word, yes I’m so blessed
To be a part of something greater than me
So you you can be anything you dedicated to be
Cuz I ain’t dedicate myself to nuttin’ but these streets
So this how we gotta eat from pills to green leafes
Rocks to white powder, butter to raise cheddar
Got the blood of a thug but you gon’ be raised better than that
And I know that I’d be filled with joy
Whether he blessed me with a healthy girl or boy
I’mma praise you, even though it’s hard to raise you in a world
A world so cold
It feels like I’m barely breathin’
And the blood in my veins so close to freezin’ my
Momma raised me but she couldn’t save me from a world
A world so cold
Cause when a nigga barely make it
He forget how to ask for shit he just take it
I can raise you but I can’t save you from a world
A world so cold
Yo I can keep it in a needle in a dope fiend vein
80s through the present seen the dope scene bang
Lookin’ at 80 years over 14 thangs
Momma prayin’ for a son with hopes that he change
Hope’s that he’ll get it together he make her nervous
Just the thought of her attending a child funeral service
What a horrifying sight to see
Not a healthy way of life but it’s the life for me
So now I gotta make life right for you or my life’s a waste
Me and yo Momma argue everytime she she my face
She beggin me to settle down but I don’t play like that
A rollin’ stone so my home’s where I lay my hat
You know I get right back
I ain’t husband material so I don’t spend my time like I spend my
Scratch
But I’mma clothe you, feed you, never gon’ leave you in a world
A world so cold
It feels like I’m barely breathin’
And the blood in my veins so close to freezin’ my
Momma raised me but she couldn’t save me from a world
A world so cold
Cause when a nigga barely make it
He forget how to ask for shit he just take it
I can raise you but I can’t save you from a world
A world so cold
She’s seven months you gon’ be here in a lil’ bit
Move yo momma in, got the colors for ya room picked
Baby shower, baby shoes, all type of new shit
Sideline hoes I don’t want nuttin’ to do wit
How can I play y’all while I watch her carry you around
I got excited from pictures of your ultrasound
She told me I’mma have a son and I’m the one
And she at the doctor’s office for a visit, can I come
Dead Silence, News got it dead in the room
Pregnancy complications left you dead in the womb
Maybe I take the blame God punish me for old sins
The tears hit me when I think of what you could have been
I flame jane try to smoke away the pain
But I know the bond that we made wasn’t in vain
Could have been my little Freddie
But I guess you wasn’t ready for a world
A world so cold
It feels like I’m barely breathin’
And the blood in my veins so close to freezin’ my
Momma raised me but she couldn’t save me from a world
A world so cold
Cause when a nigga barely make it
He forget how to ask for shit he just take it
I can raise you but I can’t save you from a world
A world so cold

B.A.N.ned

[Verse 1:]
Fuck you bitch ass nigga
I won’t kiss ass with ya
Didn’t like you from the jump
You jump on dick ass nigga
Bet yo RN be yo best friend when this here fin blast hit ya
Got a thick money grip and a thick booty bitch
I’m a twist a thick ass Swisher
And just get comatose
On that California dope
One night wasn’t enough so yo bitch came back for another dose
Onions in my overcoat
Slamming and it’s evident
When I’m in your town, Michelle me down like I’m the President
The motherfucking President, President
Bitch I’m out for presidents
Monica me down like I’m the motherfucking President
The President, President, bitch I’m out for presidents
When I’m in your town, Michelle me down like I’m the President[Verse 2:]
You bitch ass nigga
I won’t kiss ass with ya
Hope you mob with your squad, I done robbed some rich ass niggas
These niggas fake and it’s stunting
Resume ain’t 100
Bitch we made in that mid
Str8 Slammin Click, niggas run it
We booked this ho for a show, gave him the cash in advance
He saw GI 100 deep, was scared to hop out his van
Said Gangsta Gibbs, we cool with you, but yo, what’s up with your fam?
Once this ho nigga hit the stage, I bet he pissed in his pants
We leave you comatose, pull that bulldog.44
Straight to his mouth, nigga said what he about
But deep down he really don’t want it doe
Cause bitch I set the precedent, murk you with no evidence
GI to the Chi, bitch I’m the motherfucking President
I said the motherfucking President, President
Bitch I’m out for presidents
Monica me down like I’m the motherfucking President
The President, President
Bitch I’m out for presidents
When I’m in your town, Michelle me down like I’m the President
You bitch ass nigga
Fuck a bitch ass nigga
Can’t love a bitch ass nigga
Bitch
Bitch
Fuck a bitch ass nigga
Just a bitch ass nigga
Bitch
You bitch ass nigga
This for you bitch ass niggas
Bitch[Verse 3:]
And you can ban me from your motherfucking station, you can’t ban me from the streets
Bitch I’m a gangsta, that’s on nation
Them ho niggas on your label ain’t part of the conversation and it’s evident
Treat me like the President
The motherfucking President, President
Bitch I’m like the President
Monica me down like I’m the motherfucking President
The President, President
Bitch I’m out for presidents
When I’m in your town, Michelle me down like I’m the President

Heaven Can Wait

[Verse 1:]
24 hours to live, what would you do?
Just get high, treat everyday like my birthday, smoke with the crew
Hit the hood cause you know bitches be thirsty for dudes with loot
I change the paint to money green on my cutlass, rumble the roof
Like it was reinvented, where the freaks is
What’s a drop if ain’t no bitches in it?
Ride with me today, I’m in a mood to go spend some spinach
On my niggas of course
Funny how we straight from section 8, now we chill in resorts
30, 40 deep on south beach, me and D-Edge
Brought some bitches with us, but fuck these Puerto Ricans instead
Do this for my people, hopefully I can leave them some bread
Before these punk polices or jealous streets leave me for dead
I live a wild life, some might say it’s child-like
On my second childhood
Bubba kush, banana wood, sippin on some purple fluid
These drugs will kill me before I let you do it
187 Proof, I die today, I live through this music, Gibbs[Hook: x2]
Before I check out, let me diamond my neck out
Blow a mil on my niggas, fuck bitches like I was fresh out
Fresh to death when I step out, every day approaching the gates
I live a helluva life, baby, heaven can wait
Heaven can wait[Verse 2:]
Everyday I pray to be as strong as Huey Newton
Before you pull that trigger, take a closer look at who you shooting
Mirror image, nothing different, you just another slave
Tryin to succeed in these European’s narcotics trade
Worked all week, 140 dollars was all I made
Fuck a job, I’d rather chop a rock and be chopping blades
Gotta watch these cops cause I came too far to die in a cage
Watch who you fuck, rather catch a bullet than die from aids
Before I check out, let me diamond my neck out
Crushing feelings on Broadway, I pulled that Monte SS out
Buy my mom a new spot and make sure that bitch super decked out
Swear I can’t leave this Earth ’til I’m sure that you never stress out
Before I left out
I grab the zip and extra clips and hit the L on 21st and Virginia, and bless the fifth
Hit the lab so I can lay all the shit I didn’t get to spit
Could die tonight, but what I write they forever gon’ reminisce
It’s Gangsta Gibbs[Hook x2]

Str8 Killa, No Filla

[Verse 1 – Freddie Gibbs:]
Five shots to the face, that’ll do the trick
But I’ll [?] before I do you, bitch[?] for the 223 for the fuck niggas you moving with
And it feel like ’em when I’m on this robbing spree I hope yo crew agree
Snatching on these simple-ass niggas claim they gon’ murder something
Niggas been talking bout murkin’ the Gangster, you hoes ain’t murkin’ nothing
To the street shit a nigga never been no stranger, choppers? Keep a couple dozen
Never been the bird man, but I done robbed a couple of ’em
I get such a rush as I watch ’em beg for they fucking life
Reaper came down and hit the switch and turned off your fucking lights
Bitches be like, “Don’t talk to Freddie, that nigga crazy”
When I first jumped off the porch older niggas tried to play me, but I got
Big balls, big paws on a small puppy
Now I’m the big dog and you mutts ain’t got nothing for me
Fresh out the guts, most niggas fear it, few niggas love it
Just give me my motherfucking money
Cause all I got is…[Hook:]
Straight killa, no filla
No sipping for a ho
Ain’t taking shit from no nigga
I came up in the fingers with jackers and dro dealers
Sorry partner but I can’t be rolling with ya
I gots to get my cheese…[Verse 2 – Big Kill:]
Been in the streets too long, nigga I gotta shine
Yeah, I might hate doing wrong but bitch I gotta grind
Daughter need shoes, my sons need clothes
Two baby mamas fussing, I ain’t stunting these hoes
I’m slamming them Chevy do’s
Blowing Kill behind the wheel
Gittin’ mo’ and sliding them boulders out the Bonneville
You say [?] go hard, but his momma will
Jacked him for his package, dropped his body off behind a mill
Big Kill! Bitch I’m known to pull a 211
Them Gary police are scared of that 187
I see ’em on me so I bend a couple corners then
San Antonio to Dayton, get back on the feds
Nigga got that straight drop, hand block stay hot
Girls say he bout to test a nigga, bitch I think not
.45 sands[?] leave you leaking out your tank top
Fuck with me I’m down to let them things pop
Cause I got that…[Hook:]
Straight killa, no filla
No sipping for a ho
Ain’t taking shit from no nigga
I came up in the fingers with jackers and dro dealers
Sorry partner but I can’t be rolling with ya
I gots to get my cheese…[Verse 3 – Freddie Gibbs:]
Neckid bitch, white sheet on the stretcher bitch
Gone in sixty seconds bitch, couple shots is all I left ’em with
Hit ’em for the muhfuckin weight but I got my face sliced up by some mexicans,
Muhfuckas bout they luda, stab and shoot ya for them presidents
Cause ever since we was toddlers, we knew that we needed dollars
Tryna live off illegal product, yeah the shit they don’t teach in college
Most niggas don’t need no products, these corners is all they know
My homie 16 and won’t see daylight till he 64
That’s just how we livin’ though, with limited opportunity
Twisted of reefer, parents and teachers could not get through to me
My nigga pimp was schoolin’ me, put me up on the game
Don’t think with your dick, but make ya bitch keep yo dick on the brain
Since then I been on it mane, and ain’t thought about lookin’ back
When push come to shove you can’t be no pushover pushin’ packs
So bitch what you lookin’ at? Keep them eyeballs to the floor
We robbin’ these rappin’ niggas for actin’ like they ain’t know
You fuckin’ with a KILLA[Hook:]
Straight killa, no filla
No sipping for a ho
Ain’t taking shit from no nigga
I came up in the fingers with jackers and dro dealers
Sorry partner but I can’t be rolling with ya
I gots to get my cheese…

Let ’em Burn

Burn muthafucka burn!
I’m made, the shit you muthafuckas can’t fade
Jumped up off the porch and threw my nuts down in these streets, dog
Can’t lean on my daddy, told my family I’m gon’ feed y’all
Bitch niggas can’t stand me cause I won’t live on my knees, dog
Swear they gonna get at me, I’m in your hood
Bitch, I don’t see y’all
Gangsta Gibbs from gangsta island, nothing but money piling
To the ceiling is all I’m feeling and all I think about
It’s crazy how these controlled substances got us busting shit
I can’t control my life, it’s in sole control of the government
Across the nation it’s plenty niggas in litigation
Sneetches cut your throat to cut time and soften their situations
Serving hard or soft you know me I’m dead with them demonstrations
Haters can’t contest us, K-Y-S I can feel your frustrations
Yes some niggas tried to murk me
Guess those bullets wasn’t meant for me
I’m a catch they ass and burn ’em, you suckas get no sympathy
A menace to my city, I forever live in infamy
And I know your so-called history’s a mystery[Hook:]
I show niggas no pity
Run in my fuckin city
Don’t like it, come and get me
Father please forgive me
I’m a gangster, I’m a hustler
Couldn’t play me for no sucker
I’ll blow the roof up off this muthafucka
Let it burn
Burn, muthafucka, burn
We don’t need no water
These niggas don’t want no drama
I’m a terrorize these streets
Till these fools come get my like Osama
I ain’t ducking or hiding
When I’m out here smoking and riding
Heard there’s a hit on the babyface, bitch it ain’t hard to find him
Must I remind him? Gangster shit ain’t for play
You write this shit on the paper
But I live that shit every day
I seen the biz killed my dude in front of his family like some ho
Every time I hit the stage it’s four police at all my shows
Mother had him, mother love him
Courts and judges, motherfuck ’em
Thousand grammin’ went straight slammin’
In for life, it’s corporate thuggin
Wear the mask, up in all black, you bitches rather be proactive
Talked to Charlie Mack he said I got the city on my back
They call me Bobby Suds since these niggas can’t fade me
He got indicted by a snitching bitch named Stacey
I know these rapper niggas that got my brother’s skrilla thirty five
Said Fred you hot, so these thug niggas gon’ try to be by your side[Hook]

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