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[Verse 1]
Fresh out of G.I., n***a
Wake up, sell dope, and get high, n***a
East-side to the d**h
Fire to the chest, last real n***a left
Much love to Lynda B
Who raised me in the G, profane as you can see
Always told me I could be anything I want to be
Anybody tell you different, then f** 'em cause they'll be
The ones a**ed out
I've been booed, hated, and ga**ed out
In my own city, now I'm the n***a they ask 'bout
Used to hit the ATM and couldn't get no cash out
Pockets hurting, had to resort to pulling that mask out
Doing dirt to these dope boys
Tell 'em, "b**h, if you ain't bumping with me, then you ain't making no noise"
Some incidents, I wrote 'em off as insignificant
I swear some nights I signed my own d**h certificate
f**ing around, thuggin' it for pennies on the dollar
Cause true n***as die, but don't nobody die with honor
In the ghetto
Now tell me what's the honor in getting smoked
By your own color
Out here selling stones to cluckers
Lord I mean well
You gotta let me in heaven, cause I done seen hell
Barrels of three-fifty-seven's
Up in a n***a wife mouth, cause he ain't got all the cash
We should lay this n***a down or he might come back and blast
That's the dilemma
A sinister sinna, a cold k**a
The piece of sh** my mama pushed out before the placenta
Gangsta G-I-
B-B-S, f** all the rest
Peep my sh** on DJBooth.net, get the adress
If you need the k**er kush head west
And then ship it to the Mid
These n***as is on it soon as they see it
You sick of blowing backyard bush, put in your bid
You smell it before I crack the lid
f** with the kid
Freddie Gibbs
[Refrain]
Understandable smooth ish
That murderers move with
Thug it and show respect, but don't be nobody's fool, b**h
Understandable smooth ish
That murderers move with
Better watch the b**hes you laying and the n***as you cool with
(Repeat x2)
[Verse 2]
And I'm back, like I left my muhf**ing weed
No axe, but like a lumberjack, I chop trees
Everyday, n***as go to jail, snitch, and cop pleas
Type of sh** that clog up the pipeline and stop cheese
Ain't that 'bout a b**h
n***a been holding your money for like a week and sh**
It's time to do something to him
Make sure you rolling solo dolo and you put something through him
All it take is one n***a f**ing up, the club get ruined
Better watch the b**hes you laying and the n***as you cool with
Thug it and show respect, but don't be nobody's fool, b**h
Cause rap is full of fake g**ners and false sets
n***as rap and talk about it, but n***as ain't walked that
In the club, guns hidden in the DJ booth
Gangsta Gibbs keep it gutter 'til I see Jesús
Hella military weapons, like I seen Beirut
Them n***as duck when them thangs let loose
It's Freddie Gangsta Gibbs, n***a
[Refrain]