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Full Metal Jacket Jump Off Lyrics - Artist : Freddie Gibbs
[Freddie Gibbs:]
Yo, before my grandfather died he told me: "if you ain't gon' shit, get off the pipe" And I ain't know what he meant right then and there but I guess he sayin': "you gon' do som', do it one hunnid percent or don't do nothin' at all" When I was 19 I started doin' this rap shit and I be killin' it ever since It's time to unload on y'all niggas Yeah, uh I know y'all used it already, uh But y'all didn't rip it like Freddie, uh Yeah, Freddie gangsta Here we go, Full Metal Jackit, here we go Ayo, dipset, dipset, nah Freddie rips sets Snatch jewels off your neck, leave your clique wet Y'all flow drive but my flow's is liquid Let this fluid run in yo' veins and get addicted I'm a crook nigga, I smack niggas with' scraps And crack niggas with' gats and jack niggas for tracks You dudes talk shit, tryna mentally haze me But those cheap shots never could phase me, they could never amaze me Your bullshit never could move me You gassed off gangsta flicks, you live in the movies This nigga was talkin' shit until I pulled my weapon Shot him in the park, now he's a playground legend Ugh, that nigga Freddie Gibbs doin' boys ugly Illest in the cheese, other rappers can't touch me You thinkin' otherwise, go against some other guys They don't wanna battle me, they stomach filled with' butterflies You can't label my music as just "urban" I touch a lot of people like I'm preachin' a sermon Spittin' sick is a gift, I've been blessed by the lord Been the illest since they snipped my umbilical cord nigga [Finger Roll (Freddie Gibbs):] Yo, what the fuck is up man? (preach) Gary, Indiana, Chi-Town man (tell 'em som') Y'all know better represent my boy Freddie Gibbs spittin' that hot shit (let's go) Come on [Freddie Gibbs:] Yo, I'm the deal so a lot of labels wanna recruit me I got rank in the game nigga, you should salute me Stand at ease when I rap, it's a breeze when I rap You fat, you can barely fuckin' breathe when you rap I ain't the biggest dude but my rhymes push a lot of weight Go and do some exercise, lyrically you outta shape But on the other hand, I'm nicely built So on or off the mic you might get killed I swear to God you don't want no part of me I spit that sick shit that clog yo' arteries I have yo' ass gaspin', holdin' yo' chest And leave yo' body in a state of cardiac arrest woah Rap for you is a waste of time Ain't nobody gon' buy you like that P-Miller clothing line Or an album from No Limit This is no gimmick, when I spit it's so prolific I ain't worried about these local cats I only listen to a lil' bit of local rap Cause these cats try to diss you behind ya back But they really want you to rap one of they tracks ha Nah, I listen to a couple of dudes but fuck rap man I'd rather bump rhythm and blues Like some Isley Brothers, some Frankie Beverly and Maze, a little Stevie Wonder, or some Marvin Gaye Ugh, you talkin' shit I ignore you chumps No Tamin' and we ain't got no love for punks And you know that we be makin' them hits Finger Roll make the beat, I write the rhymes while I'm takin' a shit Then I, hit the booth and I'm ready to spit Freddie the shit, all the bitches on my dick Cause I shine and they see me glow Bitches wanna give me ass cause the see me on the T.V. show Man just wait until my album drop I'ma have this whole city on lock, cause my album's hot And I know that y'all been waitin' a while So I'mma hit you with this Full Metal Jackit like Private Pyle, ugh [Finger Roll:] Yo, what the fuck is up If you don't know what the fuck is up then back the fuck up Full Metal Jackit blastin' at y'all niggas for the 2004 Freddie Gibbs, Finger Roll lacin' this shit, holdin' it down Puttin' ya voices on his that hot shit Shit's hot man, but y'all go ahead and chillout man I'mma go take a shit, holla at ya boy man Freddie Gibbs, 2-double-O-4 ya lil bitch Ugh, muthafucka |
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