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FMJ #2 Intro Lyrics - Artist : Freddie Gibbs
[Smokey B (Freddie Gibbs):]
Yeah bitch, it's ya boy Freddie Gibbs Mixtape volume 2 It's the illest nigga in the G This ya boy Smokey B I'm back in this bitch The CEO nigga No Tamin' Entertainment We puttin' shit down on the map bitch Go ahead spit that shit nigga Tell these niggas you hard as hell Freddie Gibbs (yeah, ugh, ugh) [Freddie Gibbs:] Yo it's the Steel City stick up kid and I'm totin' that heavy metal I hustle block to block and push it in every ghetto All of my songs bang, cop a disc and play dat I got the hood soldiers like chiefs and arabs The game gets shook, wack rappers is terrified Killin' all of my kids, this is lyrical genocide I write a rap, spit a rap, and it ain't no sweat Can't quit, I'm in too deep like, Omar Epps They treat me like I killed Bishop cause I got mo' Juice Than OJ in a bronco, lay it down pronto I keep a bad bitch cause my cock is mean I'm about to get ya girl looser than a slot machine Cha-ching, and I ain't even gotta trick no change Spit no game, but I kicked yo' dame mane My lyrics is blueprint for cash makin' I do you greezy like fried bacon that's why you hatin', ugh [Smokey B:] Yeah you niggas see Freddie Gibbs everyday in the streets Talkin' 'bout how you gon' murk that nigga Half you niggas ain't even got a muthafuckin' pistol Talkin' 'bout you gon' kill a nigga Man I wish I would catch one of you niggas with' a pistol tryna kill my cousin nigga On muthafuckin' [?] and I will murk one of you niggas I'm a muthafuckin' [?] boy I'm back in this bitch like Mase, the CEO muthafuckas Let's go [Freddie Gibbs:] I ain't scared of gettin' murked Got my number you call then I'mma checkout Before it's all over, I empty the fuckin' tec out Them hollow point hydro shots will blow yo' chest out Or hit you in the throat and blow the back of yo' neck out When there's beef I ain't the one to sit in the crib I'm outchea splittin' them wigs, call me General Gibbs Raise yo' hand and salute fo' I aim and shoot Knock you out yo' Timbaland boots and murda ya troops So which one of you niggas really want it? Let it be known Go ahead and call my name out in one of ya songs At this point in time I ain't on some dissin' you back shit I'm on some when I see you I'mma pull out the gat shit That ridin' through ya neighborhood squeezin' the mac shit That hit you with the K while you sit and relax shit Fuck this rap shit, cause you niggas can't compete with' me Hit the streets with' me, I bet you I got the heat with' me, nigga [Smokey B:] Yeah, who got that heat bitch? Smokey B got that heat too nigga Anyone of you niggas run up you gon' get done up Nigga I put that on all nigga I'm the next muthafucka in line I'm 'bout to shut this shit down Nigga, Finger Roll the coldest producer in Gary, Indiana bitch This the hottest shit out, I dare anyone of you niggas to say som' I don't give a fuck who ya is nigga I would say some names but half of you niggas ain't even worth dissin' Ya punk muthafuckas, y'all ain't shit Smokey B back bitch |
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