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GIBBS Lyrics - Artist : Freddie Gibbs
DJ turn me up in the headphones a little bit
Aight, lettin' niggas know who it is, nigga No Tamin' run it to 'em This how we do it I'm gettin' tired of these naysayers, playa haters, and imitators I'm blessed by the creator, I'm a fucking innovator Niggas wanna see me heated, they nothin' but instigators I just keep my temper down, as cool as refridgerators Hear me know or hear me later But sooner or later You gon' have to deal with' me Homie keep it real with' me Do you want to battle rap? Or do you want me to clap you? With the bullets or the lyrics, I can handicap you Leave you permanently leanin' like the tower of Pisa You a cookie, your heart sweeter than Mother Theresa You should get down on yo' knees and have a talk with' Jesus And pray to God you don't bump heads with' Caesar The black one, ready for action Don't get me confused with other rappers, I am not the wack one I don't rap for the platinum I'm just tryna get my family outta the hood like Joseph Jackson Now I got a little fame, it's hard to shake dames I fuck these bitches and never remember their name I'm the incredible, heterosexual, lyric professional I flow perpetual, turnin' these rappers into vegetables And if you thinkin' you better then think again Cause I'm sicker with these similes, nouns, verbs, and synonyms If you ain't feelin' Gibbs, then you ain't feelin' rap You ain't ever felt real hip hop, you feelin' dat? It's Freddie G to the izz-I, B to the bizzy S, oh yes the best rapper from the Gizzy Ugh, yo what's my name homie? Freddie Gangsta Gibbs nigga yeah Bring it back It's Freddie G to the izz-I, B to the bizzy S, oh yes the best rapper from the Gizzy (nigga) Yo what's my name homie? Freddie Gangsta Gibbs nigga (ugh, yeah let's do it) Verse 2, time to show these muthafuckas what I'm made of And give the industry somethin' that they afraid of I got credibility, all my dudes is paid up All you aspiring rap artists, getcha weight up Y'all niggas spittin' elementary rhymes Sellin' dope and wastin' yo' money on studio time When I take a look at my city it brings me to laughter Cause every other nigga that I meet is a rapper Tryna get my money for his music Say he got skill, but the nigga can't prove it Seems like lyricism is long gone Niggas scared for feature me on their shit cause I kill them on they own song These other rappers don't write like me So there'll never be an MC quite like me And he can say that he's the hottest rapper out of the G But you can be your bottom dollar he ain't hotter than me Now I got a little rank, yo' career about to sank Keep hatin', I'mma be laughin' all the way to the bank haha I'm 'bout to make it I'm stripping the game naked And you say you want the title? well homie step up and take it Woah, you still thinkin' you better? well think again Cause I'm sicker with these similes, nouns, verbs, and synonyms If you ain't feelin' Gibbs, then you ain't feelin' rap You ain't ever felt real hip hop, you feelin' dat? nigga It's Freddie G to the izz-I, B to the bizzy S, oh yes the best rapper from the Gizzy Ugh, yo what's my name homie? Freddie Gangsta Gibbs nigga yeah Bring it back It's Freddie G to the izz-I, B to the bizzy S, oh yes the best rapper from the Gizzy (nigga) Yo what's my name homie? Freddie Gangsta Gibbs nigga (ugh, let's do it) Yeah, y'all know who it is Freddie Gibbs nigga Full Metal Jackit Volume 2 niggas You know what I'm sayin'? It's that nigga John Doe aka DJ For y'all niggas that don't muthafuckin' know this No Tamin' nigga Holla at me |
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