Freddie Gibbs - Let 'Em Burn lyrics

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Freddie Gibbs - Let 'Em Burn lyrics

Burn muthaf**a burn! I'm made, the sh** you muthaf**as 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 b**h n***as can't stand me cause I won't live on my knees, dog Swear they gonna get at me, I'm in your hood b**h, 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 sh** I can't control my life, it's in sole control of the government Across the nation it's plenty n***as in litigation Snitches 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 n***as tried to murk me Guess those bullets wasn't meant for me I'mma catch they a** and burn 'em, you s**as get no sympathy A menace to my city, I forever live in infamy And I know your so-called history's a mystery I'm about to let 'em burn I show n***as no pity Run in my f**in 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 s**er I'll blow the roof up off this muthaf**a Let it burn Burn, muthaf**a, burn We don't need no water These n***as don't want no drama I'mma 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, b**h it ain't hard to find him How often must I remind them gangster sh** ain't for play You write this sh** on the paper But I live that sh** every day I seen the pigs k**ed 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, motherf** 'em Thousand grammin' went straight slammin' In for life, it's corporate thuggin Wear the mask, up in all black, you b**hes rather be proactive Talked to Charlie Mack he said I got the city on my back They call me Bobby Suds since these n***as can't fade me He got indicted by a snitching b**h named Stacey I know these rapper n***as that got my brother's skrilla thirty five Said Fred you hot, so these thug n***as gon' try to be by your side I show n***as no pity Run in my f**in 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 s**er I'll blow the roof up off this muthaf**a