Released: November 17, 2009
Songwriter: Freddie Gibbs
[Freddie Gibbs]
Yeah, Yeah
I know you feel it right
I'm bout to kill it right
I know you feel it right
I'm bout to kill it right
I know you feel it right
Yo, fuck the dumb shit
I step off on this motherfuckin' jammin'
Got my package i'm bout to get this motherfucker slammin'
Give me 6 for the zip, I need 22 for the cutie
65 for the whole enchilida, that tootie fruitie
No this ain't a movie but all my sentences cinematic
Yes I started rappin', wrappin' the crack in my nigga attic
Flowin' to myself and next thing you know it was automatic
Rap is full of faggots so i'm ecstatic about my status
Straight gangsta razor in the mouth shit
Fuck all the love songs that keep Pee Herman outfits
I get my thug on cause that's just what i'm down wit
Niggas raised on food stamps and public housing
Cause my poppa was a copper so other children didn't wanna play with me
Had to go extra harder to show 'em there was no fake in me
Dealers, killers and bakers relate to me
Cause I never been a bitch or a snitch, smokin' gun can't alpha omega me
Hustlin', I got that shit from my uncle, pimpin'
I picked it up from my grandaddy
I'm from the ghetto not Degrassi, so I
I rapidly spit it and give 'em the visual flow in the same rhyme
I'm out on bail and on probation at the same time
Motherfuck a P.O. and all his police amigos
I get slammin' in that caddy, like slab (?) bumpin' that Z-Ro
Went from Brooklyn to the G with a key of D in the GO
These niggas singin' like Ne-Yo and takin' D on the d-low
Snitches pointed out my spot to the people but i was ditchen' em
Once I hit the fence I got the dippin' like Harry Dickinson
Sugar sick and demented for Benjamins
Same niggas that shitted on me and didn't pay attention
I got 'em listenin'
Gibbs, nigga
Yeah, Yeah
I know you feel it right
I'm bout to kill it right
I know you feel it right
I'm bout to kill it right
I know you feel it right
Yo, fuck the dumb shit
I step off on this motherfuckin' jammin'
Got my package i'm bout to get this motherfucker slammin'
Give me 6 for the zip, I need 22 for the cutie
65 for the whole enchilida, that tootie fruitie
No this ain't a movie but all my sentences cinematic
Yes I started rappin', wrappin' the crack in my nigga attic
Flowin' to myself and next thing you know it was automatic
Rap is full of faggots so i'm ecstatic about my status
Straight gangsta razor in the mouth shit
Fuck all the love songs that keep Pee Herman outfits
I get my thug on cause that's just what i'm down wit
Niggas raised on food stamps and public housing
Cause my poppa was a copper so other children didn't wanna play with me
Had to go extra harder to show 'em there was no fake in me
Dealers, killers and bakers relate to me
Cause I never been a bitch or a snitch, smokin' gun can't alpha omega me
Hustlin', I got that shit from my uncle, pimpin'
I picked it up from my grandaddy
I'm from the ghetto not Degrassi, so I
I rapidly spit it and give 'em the visual flow in the same rhyme
I'm out on bail and on probation at the same time
Motherfuck a P.O. and all his police amigos
I get slammin' in that caddy, like slab (?) bumpin' that Z-Ro
Went from Brooklyn to the G with a key of D in the GO
These niggas singin' like Ne-Yo and takin' D on the d-low
Snitches pointed out my spot to the people but i was ditchen' em
Once I hit the fence I got the dippin' like Harry Dickinson
Sugar sick and demented for Benjamins
Same niggas that shitted on me and didn't pay attention
I got 'em listenin'
Gibbs, nigga
more tracks from the album
The Labels Tryin’ to Kill Me: The Best of Freddie Gibbs
- Talkin’ Bout You
- Close Your Eyes
- Smoke Away the Pain
- Things Can Only Get Better
- Womb 2 The Tomb
- Nigga Machine
- Empire Strikes Back
- Iodine Poison
- Murda On My Mind
- It’s About to be a Murder
- Stray
- Murdergame
- Summa Dis
- Just Tryin’ Ta Make It
- Young’n On His Grind
- Gangsta
- Intro (Big Bizness Vol. 3)
- Scary Gary
- Straight Ballin’
- 4 Da Streets (Freestyle #4)
- The Wrong One
- I’m the Man
- Bussdown
- Still Standing
- Stay High
- Thug Psalms
- Hard Times
- In My Hood
- Come Around My Way
- What It be Like
- How We Do (’93 Til Freestyle #3)
- Breakin Necks
- Sumthin U Should Know
- Boxframe Cadillac
- Fear No Evil
- Freddie’s Dead
- Pearly Gates
- Playa
- County Bounce
- Flamboyant (Freestyle #2)
- From tha G (Freestyle #1)
- How I Feel
- Midwest Malcolm (Inhale)
- Neverending Cycle
- G.I. Pride
From the album
Freddie Gibbs popular songs
- BFK
- Fuckin’ Up the Count
- Careless
- Still Livin
- 20 Karat Jesus
- How We Do (’93 Til Freestyle #3)
- Bout It, Bout It
- 4 Thangs
- Crushed Glass
- Pronto
- Forever and a Day
- Gang Signs
- Rob Me A Nigga
- Alexys
- Eastside Moonwalker
- The Hard
- Freddie Gordy
- Automatic
- Andrea
- Mexico
- Extradite
- Kush Cloud
- Death Row
- Neighborhood Hoez