1985
Freddie Gibbs
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My bro said "Don't say that" I said "F*ck that, I'm gon' be gettin' a wooping anyway Don't make no goddamn difference" F*ck that, I'm not one to find shit What your mom say? "Take the garbage out, f*ck" (Yeah) Yeah, don't lose the beat motherfucker Take the garbage out Yeah yeah, I just upped the flows to the God level nigga what Yeah, yeah Finna up the flows to the God level, nigga, what Yeah, check check Yeah, mic check check Yeah, nigga, check check Yeah, bitch, check check Yeah, yeah Quarter thang to a whole thang, whole gang workin' (yeah) Hit a bitch with that extended clip or that revolver Shit'll serve the same purpose (bang, bang) Keep them beamin' up to Scotty in my crack lobby I can smell the 'caine burnin' Michael Jordan, 1985, bitch, I travel with the cocaine circus Put them F and Xs on your clowned ass Catch a nigga up and leave him down bad I go get a pack and take a nigga town And f*ck his bitches with my out of town ass Bomb on niggas like Nagasaki Rocket next to my pocket, I like hibachi Drop the check on the bitch man These niggas be lookin' like baby mommas in these Maseratis Bitch, I f*ck up your face with a razor How I make sure your motherfuckin' family can't view your body Nigga thuggin' and shit, put my blood in his shit Break my finger, Alfredo, Illuminati (Illuminati) Joe Pesci, push your product You niggas is sweeter than Joe Exotic On the run like Assad, so f*ck the police A nigga be chillin' hoppin' out the box (hoppin' out the box) Police caught him with a whole thang Now they snitchin' man, whole gang workin' Gangland, made a lane in it Dip my name in it, it's some gang murder All my reps in the crack files, bitch, I got 'em up out the vault I'm the reason your mama be smokin' that Brillo and be rippin' them contenders off Keep them beamin' up to Scotty in my crack lobby I can smell the 'caine burnin' Gangland, if you put a hit on Freddie 'caine it'll be a gang murder 1985, Michael Jordan, bitch, I travel with a cocaine circus Flow God level, like when Hov speak I make a song, weep, I got the game hurt Bitch, yeah yeah Flow God level, like when Hov speak I make a song, weep, I got the game hurt Yeah, yeah yeah Yeah, check check Check check Mic check check Check check Niggas need a check, check, yeah We got everybody in the house, tonight I'll wait for my DJ to get ready Nah
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Written by: Daniel Alan Maman, Freddie Gibbs
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