[Hook: Freddie Gibbs] Now n***a, you don't wanna see me when my sack low I keep them k**ers at your front and at yo back door Layed on a stretcher when it's pressure, man we bust thangs Cause in the streets I claim, you gotta let ya nuts hang [Verse 1: Freddie Gibbs] Caught in the cycle, black American psychopathic And I can't do right, n***a, doing wrong is my rite of pa**age Straight in the street life, I'm trying to interact with the 'matics One hundred baggies all wrapped in plastic, I'm living savage It's hot in these damn streets, shot this n***a last week Police on my last nerve, I'm a gon' make this last serve And hit 65 South and get blowed than a b**h You see me back in the g, then that means I'm back on my dick Back on that bullsh**, full clip, don't play with a full deck Hope my pack ain't caught up, it ain't made it to my hood yet Did some n***as dirty, and I can't wait for the day they burn me Cause I showed them hoes no mercy, Lord forgive me, I was thirsty [Hook] [Verse 2: Scrilla] You don't wanna see me with that sack low My name ain't Jody, but I'm coming through your back door In all black, no mask, with a.45 And if this p**y buck a lick, then it's homicide I'm from Zone 4 Atlanta, where these k**ers ride Snatch a n***a out the car and take a n***a pride And if we beefing in these streets, ain't nowhere you can hide We k** a n***a, dump his body on 285 I'm getting tired of all these f** n***as running around Talking all that tough sh** Like you've been there and you've sold that But in real life you don't run sh** My homie called me with a big lick 10, 000 bills, about 10 bricks I'm walking in with that big stick Gonna lay it down with that dope dick [Hook]