Freddie Gibbs - Pinata Album Lyrics

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Supplier

[Verse 1]
Slammin
Half a thang of heron in the bathroom
Keep an ak and the backup in the backroom
Cook a meal clean and she suck me like a vacuum
Took a vacation to the county, I'll be back soon
Sent a couple zero's, money on my j-pay
Payin off the c-o's, smoking on the gateway
Word around the block when I was locked she gave my thang away
Bout to have a baby with a nigga, thats what they say (they say)
Damn...
Well please say it ain't so
Took off the glove, say it's love when it ain't though
Her classmate was coming over, that was strange though
Apparently the homework ain't all he came for
Maybe yous a stank ho, maybe that's a bit mean
Maybe you grew up and I'm still living like I'm sixteen
Like a child running wild in these sick streets
Man I put that bitch up on her feet, she cut a nigga deep

Damn

Bitch

That's why I treat these hoes the way I treat em

That's deeper than a motherfucker baby, know what I'm sayin

[Verse 2]
Slammin!
Smack it up and flip it, then I rub it down
Zip it up, and then I ship it to another town
Smokin hella weed while me and Willie bust a couple pounds
She used to like that type of shit, now we don't fuck around
Girl you used to say them other niggas wasn't hood enough
Got your hood degree, now niggas from the hood ain't good enough
Bitch you wasn't trippin when that old school was pullin up
You was short on ends at your college, you would put em up (put em up)
Well bitch I'm out here puttin on
I hope you feel the pain I'm feelin when you hear this song
Don't want a nigga that's gonna slang shit up in your home
But you ran off and got engaged, man that shit was wrong
All to a nigga that dont got nothin that I ain't got
Only difference is he trying to be a fuckin astronaut
Saw this pussy nigga when I walked up in the barber shop
Green as a leaf, lookin sweet, that cut a nigga deep

Damn

So these the type of niggas you fuckin with now baby?

Square ass motherfucker. You used to love a thug nigga

[Verse 3]
Uh
I loved her and she loved him, so I never touched him
She's got his baby in the oven, so it's mother fuck him
Ain't trippin cuz you got a nigga, I just think you rushin
But leavin him to be with me ain't part of our discussion
Plus I'm on the road now, different color hoes now
Layed back on the dope, I'm getting dollars off my shows now
Bitches wanna tie me down, but I ain't in that mode now
Five years later, why you calling up my phone now? (phone now)
Well bitch, how you get the number?
Like every other month I'm switching up that motherfucker
Back on the bus I used to finger fuck her singing Usher
Down on my luck and then she upped and left me for a sucker
I reminisce on all the crazy shit we did
You and me forever, shit we say when we was kids
She say I'm havin problems and I pray that he forgive
When he find out the baby ain't his, that cut a nigga deep

Damn

What the fuck?

What you trying to say baby?

The baby ain't his?

Who's is it?

 

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Scarface

''Blood gushing, I think I hear a sirens''

Chiefing on that, think I hear my heart beat
Freddie smoking, got me rolling stogies on a dark street
Let's jack this nigga cause he got some shit we can't afford
Another day in Gary, 'nother couple niggas in the morgue
He got the beating, his weed crumbs on plush seats
Niggas wanna hate, they get yellow tape'd and white sheets
And he steady talking, my chopper, he gonna let it rip
All the bullets tagging my name on this banana clip
Life's a bitch, I was a virgin, hope she let me f*ck
Pray I miss before a nigga bust his last nut
Homie '84 got the same ribs that mine had
Freddie jumped up in it like fetch me in with the dime bags
I started small time, dope game, cocaine
Pulling stick ups to the nigga from a no name
Diamond bezel, went from pebbles to a whole thing
Now them punk detectives in my section know my whole name
Gibbs, nigga

 

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Deeper

Slammin', half a thang of heron in the bathroom
Keep an ak and the backup in the backroom
Cook a meal clean and she suck me like a vacuum
Took a vacation to the county, I'll be back soon
Sent a couple zero's, money on my j-pay
Payin off the c-o's, smoking on the gateway
Word around the block when I was locked she gave my thang away
Bout to have a baby with a nigga, thats what they say (they say)
Damn... well, please say it ain't so
Took off the glove, say it's love when it ain't though
Her classmate was coming over, that was strange though
Apparently the homework ain't all he came for
Maybe yous a stank ho, maybe that's a bit mean
Maybe you grew up and I'm still living like I'm sixteen
Like a child running wild in these sick streets
Man I put that bitch up on her feet, she cut a nigga deep
(Damn... bitch, that's why I treat these hoes the way I treat 'em)
(That's deeper than a ma'f*cka, baby, know what I'm sayin'?)

Slammin', smack it up and flip it, then I rub it down
Zip it up, and then I ship it to another town
Smokin hella weed while me and Willie bust a couple pounds
She used to like that type of shit, now we don't f*ck around
Girl you used to say them other niggas wasn't hood enough
Got your hood degree, now niggas from the hood ain't good enough
Bitch you wasn't trippin when that old school was pullin up
You was short on ends at your college
You would put em up (put 'em up)
Well bitch I'm out here puttin on
I hope you feel the pain I'm feelin when you hear this song
Don't want a nigga that's gonna slang shit up in your home
But you ran off and got engaged, man that shit was wrong
All to a nigga that dont got nothin that I ain't got
Only difference is he trying to be a f*ckin astronaut
Saw this pussy nigga when I walked up in the barber shop
Green as a leaf, lookin sweet, that cut a nigga deep
(Damn... so these the type of niggas you f*ckin' with now, baby?)
(Know what I'm sayin'? Square-ass ma'f*ckas...)
(You used to love a thug nigga...)

I loved her and she loved him, so I never touched him
She's got his baby in the oven, so it's mother f*ck him
Ain't trippin cuz you got a nigga, I just think you rushin
But leavin him to be with me ain't part of our discussion
Plus I'm on the road now, different color hoes now
Layed back on the dope, I'm getting dollars off my shows now
Bitches wanna tie me down, but I ain't in that mode now
Five years later, why you calling up my phone now? (phone now)
Well bitch, how you get the number?
Like every other month I'm switching up that motherf*cker
Back on the bus I used to finger f*ck her singing Usher
Down on my luck and then she upped and left me for a sucker
I reminisce on all the crazy shit we did
You and me forever, shit we say when we was kids
She say I'm havin problems and I pray that he forgive
When he find out the baby ain't his, that cut a nigga deep
(Damn... what the f*ck?)
(What you trying to say, baby? The baby ain't his?)
(Who's is it?)

 

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High

Indo, kushed out
Trillest nigga living ever pushed out
Never finished college, like my brother or my sister
I was in the crib laying on a kush cloud
Getting zoned out, eyes red
Mommy and my daddy said my mind dead
They said I never had a clue, said the bills past due
F*ck you, nigga, you gotta remind Fred
Cause I'm care-free, sucker-free
Remember when these niggas wouldn't f*ck with me
But now I'm on the screen and these magazines
They be trying to stop a nigga like ''smoke something, G''
"Can we get a couple grams?" nigga, hell nah
Unless you come in with the cash, tried to tell y'all
I got you motherf*ckers gassed on the smell, dog
So go 'head and take a hit of what I'm 'bout to sell y'all
I gets high

I get high, I get high, I get high
(I gets high)

I get so blowed I can't stand up
I'm in the bed with Elise and Amanda
Cause in my shows I make them hoes put their hands up
So they came into my room, they getting rammed up
We trying to slam or what? Because I'm trying to smoke
So when I finish with these Swishers I'll be down your throat
And two of y'all, one of me, three of us
Should I hit my niggas up? Hell nah, I'mma pound them both
Cause this a one man job, ain't no need for the crew
Two snow bunnies on the East, what it do?
White snow in the crib if you need that too
Got some bitches and some bud, nigga, bring that through
I gets high

I get high, I get high, I get high
(I gets high)

Early in the morning getting high with crusty eyes
Rubbing on a mother, well you know it's do or die
Hopping off the porch, had to get on my grind
All because the trouble just copped to my nine
Back in the Caddy smoking Swishers with my nigga
Make a store run, 'bout to cop out some liquor
Burning down basements, face it
Run a bus stop, I'm trading hoes and you know we ain't paying
Midwest, loving all the doping in the kitchen
Heating up the house where your shit could come up missin'
Dope fiend tripping cause he just copped a nick
But he say he can't find it, but it's right in his pocket
All day long, gotta get my guap
Just put a deuce and I'm smoking on the tropic
[?] light is the topic
Cause he talking money so nigga just stop it
All day long getting high on the low
Bitch snow bunny be sniffing that snow
Twerking that summer, I really don't know
Cause me, Freddie Gibbs, Madlib stay blowed

[Distorted hook]

Hey, are you okay?
You slobbing, you okay?
Is he okay?
Are you okay?
He shouldn't have smoked that dipper for real
You aight?
Oh my God
God bless, man

 

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Harold's

I keep a chip off in my cell phone
Pocket full of stones, smoking on the strong
Freddy Kane, Freddy Corleone
Marshalltown niggas had a nigga running home
I call collect get me a 38, now bitch is on
9 millimeter, Baretta to 40 cal
By 23 fresh up out the box, bitch I hold it down
I hit the stroll with a chili bowl and a crooked smile
Fast forward ten years came back with Roley's with golden crowns
Skinny nigga
Six wing mild sauce
With all the fries you can give me
I tear them bitches off
Ski mask on yo baby daddy?
Well that's that nigga loss
Pointin' my trey five seven, I got my point across

A skinny nigga
Six Wing Mild Sauce
With all the fries you can give me
I tear them bitches off
This burning hole in my pocket
Got me out here 50 soft
Two-Twenty-Three on my enemy
I tear them bitches off
A skinny nigga
Six wing mild sauce
With all the fries you can give me
I tear them bitches off
A plate of chicken with the bread stuck to the bottom
F*ck my enemies what you looking for bitch I got 'em
Bitch, bitch I got 'em
Bitch, bitch I got 'em
F*ck my enemies what you looking for bitch I got 'em
Bitch, bitch I got 'em
Bitch, bitch I got 'em

KFC, Harolds, Sharks and Popeyes
Adidas suit with a plate of chicken, got mob ties
A fresh Delt', weed crumbs on my plush seats
I got my license now I'm backseat f*cking every week
A thick bitch live in Miller, go to work
3:30 school was out then I was fresh under her skirt
Them project niggas hit that bitch, that pussy went berserk
Don't hit without that Trojan, f*ck around you might get burnt
She was raised in the church, turnt out in the ghetto
Lock it, pussy pop it, I swear this bitch deserve a medal
Seen school girls turn into strippers in stilletos
Pimpin' 'til I die, if you wanna stop then get ya shovel bitch
Extra sauce with the bread stuck to the bottom
Freddie Forgiato, all my bitches spoiled rotten
Cop that llama, got the hollows poppin' out the barrel
Got a stain for them hubbas meet me at the Harolds, bitch

A skinny nigga
Six wing mild sauce
WIth all the fries you can give me
I tear them bitches off
A plate of chicken
With the bread stuck to the bottom
But f*ck my enemies what you looking for bitch I got 'em
Bitch, bitch I got 'em
Bitch, bitch I got 'em
F*ck my enemies what you looking for bitch I got 'em
Bitch, bitch I got 'em
Bitch, bitch I got 'em
F*ck my enemies what you looking for bitch I got 'em
Bitch, bitch I got 'em
Bitch, bitch I got 'em

 

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Bomb

Slammin
Drugs got me wakin' up in cold sweats
Sometimes I'm slightly off my rocker, but I'm on deck
Got 2 and a baby off my bitches student loan check
She hit my line to get that girl, I call it phone sex
Robbing like my problems ain't gon catch up to me later
Bitch I'm mobbing like OG Bobby Johnson, split your potato
At the table, cooking, shaving and touching base with them basers
Bet they try to make a play for the yay' as soon as they taste it
The amazin' black American Gangster, sinister, corner her
Cuz seeing this nigga shine been annoying me like a muthaf*cka
This busta owe me, now he act like he don't know me
Forty fo' my closest homie, kill cockaroaches like Tony
Got Montana money
You bought 100, dipped in fluid, yo, I had to smoke it
Pupils dilated like silver dollars, now we kno-cking
Call it devilish how I do bitch
F*ck these niggas talking, I leave they thoughts on my shoestrings
What?

Rolling
Pockets all swollen
Set the record straight, that FNH is what I'm holding
A busta that we know got 15 'bows, bust it open
We came bandana'd up, divide it up, now what's the quotient?
A split with 4 niggas, since I'm a go getter
I think these suckers pussy, I'ma merk the whole litter
Told my girl to leave as soon as I hung up the phone with her
Man, I heard you rob the robbers, look Freddie a cold nigga
Got an ice maker for a heart, made nigga from the start
Life is like a movie, all I did was play my f*ckin' part
Cheffing up the crack, the heroin, and the weed a la carte
I call it Fast Freddie's, I should own a f*ckin' restaurant
Cuz back when I was 12 threw some bells on a scale and I got a pager
We broke them down and started selling nickels to the neighbors
Eventually the penitentiary gon' see me later
Kiss my momma, told her if I die, then it was part of nature
What?

28 days later we all getting fresh
Got the heart to die for something, flesh to flesh
The Lambo, got her outside, it's a stretch
My bitch half Mexican/Afghan, I'm blessed
From living tough times with rough lemons, a gorgeous watch
My team on a dreadful level, yo
Yeah, we still getting money right
Long as the sun come out, I'll hold these twenties tight
Getting fresh, just cooling, my bitch on my dick
Ba boom yo, you live with your moms, just get a grip
Clip in my pocket, a rocket
I think of the Dips, I need Juelz and Jims, with rough licks
Trips to Africa, shorty tear Saks up
I'm out in Bombay, rebels here actin' up
We real, all G, 7500 of us
Up in the Sprinter bus, fussin' "we need more heat"

 

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Shitsville

Niggas ain't gon' shit, then get the f*ck up off the toilet stool
Bent behind my tints, I commence to take these boys to school
Don't drive no yellow bus, but I got mayonnaise and mustard
Both tires gol wired on my Chevrolet bucket
And now my transmission leaking and my rear-suspension squeaking
Drop a rock off to my geeker, fix my shit, man, I'm out here creeping
Twist that shit, but I'm out here tweaking for that 20 twin twin
Kick that shit in '95 or watching Friday with my friends
F*cked your bitch in '96, hit that pussy for 6 minutes
Said the dick was everything she envisioned on each visit
Poppa kept his condoms in his bottom drawer, they for his bottom ho
I stole that shit when I was out, I wonder if my mama know
I wonder if she found the dimes and nickles in my Nike box
I wonder if she know her older brother like to light them rocks
I wonder if she able to get by if I get killed
Told her I was just knee deep in the shit, welcome to Shitsville, nigga

You wake up everyday and pray before you sleep, right?
You motherf*ckers just like me
You shed tears when you hurting, if I cut you then you bleed, right?
You motherf*ckers just like me
But bitch you acting like your shit don't stink
Shit's real
Bitch, you acting like your shit don't stink
This Shitsville
I said you you acting like your shit don't stink
Shit's real
Bitch, you acting like your shit don't stink
Welcome to Shitsville, nigga

Niggas ain't gon' shit, then get the f*ck up-off the pizz-ot
Got O's of loyd in my living room like I was Lennox
Trapped a nigga and his wife for his wallet and his wristwatch
And they say I might do life in jail for kidnap, bitch
I did not give a single solitary f*ck
I stand on all ten toes, one dick and two nuts
Don't do yayo or shoot up
But I went back and forth with some work, went threw a few plugs
This white devil society dare a nigga to do drugs
And dare yo ass to deal 'em, distribute and conceal 'em
My niggas don't got no boats or no ports, how you think we get 'em?
Crack was black America's cup of coffee in the beginning
When they creep up and you waking, you crackers can fight the feeling
Motherf*ck you euthanasia I'll lace your food up with razors
Make you gargle with saltwater and excuse yourself from my table
I fathered these f*ck niggas with fables, pussy, I been real
Good on any street up Shit's Creek, it's Shitsville, nigga

You wake up everyday and pray before you sleep, right?
You motherf*ckers just like me
You shed tears when you hurting, if I cut you then you bleed, right?
You motherf*ckers just like me
But bitch you acting like your shit don't stink
Shit's real
Bitch, you acting like your shit don't stink
This Shitsville
I said you you acting like your shit don't stink
Shit's real
Bitch, you acting like your shit don't stink
Welcome to Shitsville, nigga

Cheat on your girl, your wife, sneak out to f*ck hoes
You motherf*ckers just like me
Drink all the liquor, blow weed, probably play with your nose
You motherf*ckers just like me
I said you motherf*ckers just like me
I said you motherf*ckers just like me
I know you motherf*ckers just like me
You ain't no better, hell you just like me

 

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Thuggin'

Niggas be like "Fred, you ain't never lied"
F*ck the rap shit my gangsta been solidified
Still do my business on the side
Bitch if you polices, then pay me no nevermind
I was thuggin' - Black and red laces in my number threes
Take a pull up off the wood and let that motherf*cka breathe
Sit outside a busta crib and let that motherf*cka leave
Walk his ass back in and put him on his motherf*ckin' knees
Thuggin' - Never takin' no for an answer
Might just take a loss but bitch I'd rather take my chances
This liquor got me lurkin' where you live at in the night time
59 fifty to the left, but I'm in my right mind
Thuggin' - Pants gon' be saggin' til I'm 40
Still lyrically sharper than any short bus shawty
Phonies ain't gon' throw me in this Minstrel Show
These labels see how far up in they mouth my dick can go
So go'n and, choke on this meat, throw my song on repeat
Might move away one day but I'm always gonna belong to the streets

I'm straight thuggin'
And it feels so good, and it feels so right yeah
And it feels so good, and it feels so right

Cause motherf*cka I'm thuggin'
Selling you the science of the street rap
Every motherf*ckin' show I do is off the meat rack
I done been to jail and did my best not to repeat that
I'm tryin to feed my family, give a f*ck about your feedback
Critically acclaimed, but that shit don't mean a thing
When you rocking mics and still in microwaves cooking 'caine
Never trippin' on a dame, I'm too cold for you broke hoes
Don't let the knob hit your booty when the door close, bitch
She let me hit it cause I'm thuggin'
Squares need not apply, I'm so fly I might f*ck her cousin
Swiftly 'bout to stick a sweet dick in your sweetheart
Then get some groceries off my geeker EBT card
Why the Feds worried 'bout me clocking on this corner
When there's politicians out here getting popped in Arizona
Bitch I'm thuggin'

And it feels so good, and it feels so right
And it feels so good, and it feels so right
Cause motherf*cka I'm thuggin'

"We're not against rap, but we're against those thugs"
Can't be legit when every nigga in your click sold drugs
Predicate felons in my faculty, real killers can vouch for me
Teach a kid at the crib or your children might cop an ounce from me
And smoke out in the Chevy with us, cause in the past
My low class black ass would serve my own f*cking family members
I hate to say it, ain't no need to be discreet
If she don't cop from me, she get it from a nigga up the street
Cause he thuggin'
And yo she'd probably suck his dick for it
She turn't out so it ain't shit to turn a trick for it
My uncle last bitch put him on the glass dick
Tried to rob a man to feed his habit, he got blasted
I live on borrowed time, my expiration date I passed it
So lock me up forever, but this shit is everlasting
I'm thuggin'

And it feels so good, and it feels so right
And it feels so good, and it feels so right
Cause mothaf*cka I'm thuggin'
Bitch

 

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Real

Remember everybody ain't loyal
You soft as gelatin, sick of telling them, nigga show 'em
It's coka in the pot, nigga drop it and let it boil
Goofy niggas make me nervous, ain't serve 'em if I ain't know 'em
Eastside, sleeping in my dope house clothes
Run down pair of Jordans and some dirty Girbauds
Sucker coming with a short, he get extorted, exposed
Nigga stand on my own two balls, my dick and ten toes
Straight to the tippy top
Hear this nigga spitting it, whether I got a hit or not
I hit it with the whip, they notice it when they hit the rock
I'm just a cocaina chemist
Cooking, chopping and cutting, you'll die if I push a button
Niggas heard of me, now all of a sudden they back to thugging
If I never sell a record might catch me hot water juggin'
The D.A. want me gone, say I'm detriment to the public
Took his daughter, put this dick in her butt
And said "how you love it, bitch?''
Remember everybody ain't loyal
Cause all the real niggas in jail or deep in the soil
Dancing with the devil or eating fish with the Lord
Gotta spit it how I live it, I beat the street and report, nigga
All the real niggas either in jail or deep in the soil, nigga

The world ain't big enough for both of us
Batter up, now you pussy niggas getting f*cked
Straight raw with infection, passing no prophylactic
Eastside, anybody killa, my niggas active
Smoking and breaking a 7 up in a 6-5-0
Babyface Gangsta I been slanging, banging since 9-4
I thought the world was at my feet when I linked up with Snow
But I refuse to be his flunkie, so we don't kick it no mo'
Straight to the facts, nigga
I looked up to you, put that on my momma
Signed a deal with you and never asked you for a dollar
Cause I was down with CTE, plus I was getting cheese
I played my f*ck ass contract, what the lick read?
Thought I'd say this shit cause you ain't man enough to come discuss it
You wanna be Jay-Z? Nigga you just a f*cking puppet
Gary boys ain't 'bout talkin', so bitch I had to show ya
Don't make me expose you to those that don't know ya
Ran and said he the realest nigga in it, motherf*cker check it
But Ross had you scared to drop a diss record
No nuts, got the whole team looking weak
Guess that's why they ran up on you at the BET
L.A. red carpet, yeah, I was geeked
Couldn't take security, so we ain't take a seat
I played the fool before, but yo a ho I'll never be
They searched that tour bus in Milwaukee, had that .44 with me
ESGN and to the end, I feed the killers
Pray the Lord'll take my breath before I be like this monkey nigga
Just a whole lot of rapping, but no motherf*cking action
Seen Gucci by himself while we was 30 deep at Magic
And you didn't bust a grape, was shook from the gate
It make it seem to me the gangsta shit you kick be fake
Cause all my enemies, I put them suckers in their place
So take them shades up of your eyes, and look me in my f*cking face
Cause I'm a motherf*cking rare breed
The last time you gonna see a bad guy like this again
Don't reproduce nothin' but evil seeds
I'm rapping and trapping and still ducking these F-E-D's
But BMF was sticking you for your f*cking cheese
And yeah I know you sold the blow and whipped the hard
But underneath the f*cking money you's a f*cking mark
Take heed to my statements, because they might throw you
Don't make me expose you to those who don't know you
Bitch
Snowman Killa

 

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Uno

F*ck niggas, spark the weed up
Shit been watered down, the rap game they need us
Real niggas to intervene, they interject
Got a bitch naked, got some neck in the Vette and I'm finna jet
Finna get f*cked up in this bitch that's on fiend
Popping yoppers, f*ck the coppers, sell narcotics, nigga, we bring that on in
Bitch, I'm a problem, got your columns full of losses, no wins
Gary gangsta, f*ck with Chicago niggas out that Low End
Much love to my nigga Mikey, Threw muscles off in they mouth
Nigga hitting licks where we reside for and special fire the mouse
Stuff the mattress full of merch, .40 calibers in the couch
Guess I'm on the high seat, rob me, you won't make it out
I could make her sharpen my attitude, might just make her [?]
Find me charming 'til she really found out what I was about
My recreation, occupation, invading a nigga house
Smoking and riding, I ain't hiding, I'm driving, I highly doubt
And I don't believe these rap niggas
You can front for your fans, but I know it's an act, nigga
Judge a man by his character and not by his wealth
A real G, I never kissed niggas or shot myself
Gangsta Gibbs

I'm number one, number one with a bullet
Bring your guns, fifty shots when I pull it
Make 'em run, make you motherf*ckers bleed
Only f*ck with real G's, public enemies

Probably be murdered for some shit that I said
I'd be a legend out this motherf*cker breathing or dead
But y'all don't hear me, these uppity bitches they all fear me
F*ck a diamond on your finger, I guess it's the dog in me
Ain't no hog in me, I'm swine-free, suckers the Iron Sheik
Nine G's for the nine piece, how you define me?
A student of the thug nigga, drug dealer college
Majored in robbing and graduated with honors
Seeing plenty dudes in Dolce Gabbana's and marijuana fog
Niggas trying to vulture the culture, motherf*ck all of y'all
Dickblowers, rapper reality shows, y'all just attention whores
Don't give a f*ck if I set a record or win awards
I'm just blessed to be out here living life
Giving these niggas hell, so records with everything I write
Shit got me wishing DMX had never hit the pipe
Pun ain't never died and Big L was still here to bless the mic

I'm number one, number one with a bullet
Bring your guns, fifty shots when I pull it
Make 'em run, make you motherf*ckers bleed
Only f*ck with real G's, public enemies

 

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Robes

They often see what we can't see
Wearing a smile
You never ever find a frown...

You ain't shit if you ain't ever struggled
You gotta put in hard work before you flex your muscles
I see where niggas fall off tryna perfect the puzzle
You ain't gotta like my work shit, respect my hustle
I was a solid hearted mind before I had to grind, my swagger fine
I never had to pack my lines with plastic rhymes
Diamond in the rough, give it time, you'll find your light and shine
This little light of mine, these are our highest times
My third eye divine, I see my skies aligned
I feel like one with the moon but that's some other shit
I stopped caring how people see me and I'm loving it
But no desire for your input, I does my shit
Say what you want but know my ignorance is f*cking bliss

They often see what we can't see
Wearing a smile
You never ever find a frown...

Pardon the scents
Checking press releases off the beeper like a pimp
Smanging Lever off the strength, threw his demons off the cliff
The scenic route below, tires screaming in the mist
And like the key open the door I twist
The weed I bought because I don't know how to cope with shit
Be easy I could three hit 'em right where his shoulder sit
Maneuver throught the swamp like a four-wheeler
Hitting it quickly after a coarse greeting
Leave like the father I never had or a low Caesar
The son he had but ain't never wanted like cold pizza
Skull and bones out the same closet I grow reefer
The team eatin', cold-hearted, spit feces

They often see what we can't see
Wearing a smile
You never ever find a frown...

F*ck every rapper and his entourage
F*ck up the stage and blow dodi smoke on his bodyguards
Nothin' but Cutlasses, Cadillac coupes in my garage
Make foreign bread, get some morning head on the Autobahn
Faces, smiling faces, they keep me motivated
And I got plenty fans but I ain't shit without my haters
Know this pussy A&R that threw some bullshit cross the table
Then next year I still be rappin' and he be fired from his label
Damn, bitch, I'm in the mob, I always got a job
Breakin' down the Keisha gettin' Brandon Marshall for the quad
Brett Favre for the zone, five bags for the whole
Wrist piece solid gold, neck piece arctic froze
Give you the smarts and the parts and also regarding hoes
He chase a bitch but I was chose
I only think of you, on two occasions
That's when I'm drunk and when I'm blazin' up
My Filipino bitch she fly me to LA to f*ck
I weigh my options, I'd rather be cookin' cuttin' and weighin' up
Bitch, it's Gibbs!

They often see what we can't see
Wearing a smile
You never ever find a frown...

 

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Broken

Yeah, Allah the merciful, the beneficent
Curse over blessing, pray it be heaven sent
Forgive me, my dirty deeds was desperate
F*ck the government, I got my own deficit
Death to me the only thing that's definite
Money rule the world, but when you dead that shit's irrelevant
Fingers numb from coka selling, no vote, but out for presidents
Granny found my dope, I told her I would stop for selling it
Nigga please -- she knew I was lying before I even spoke it
Empty promises left them all broken
She said ''Jamel, I can tell your perspective out of focus
You too obsessed with the liquor, bitches and weed smoking''
A young nigga that's been thugging since the old days
Promise I've done seen everything but old age
Pray my demons never catch up from my old ways
Keep the heat cause I was going through a cold phase
Uh yeah
Keep the heat cause I was going through a cold phase
Promise I've done seen everything but old age

Surviving off cold cuts and cold Spam
Can't see eye to eye with my old man
Hiding my insecurities with this gang flag
We both despise the police, but he wore the same badge
And as I child I admired that, now I wonder how
He was a pig, but you was barely making 20 thou
I guess that's why you put me on that lick for 20 pounds
A life of crime is all we ever shared from then to now
And I'm a crook and you crooked, that's all we got in common
He chunked the deuce to my mama, so much for family bonding
But how could something so destined to be just get demolished?
Running through groupies and whoppers, I guess I got it honest
And honestly I know I'm out here f*cking up
Seven grams of rock, I stuff 'em in my nuts
And seven bucks an hour wasn't good enough
Cause seven days a week I'm living in a rush
Seven days a week I'm living in a rush
Seven grams of rock, I stuff 'em in my nuts

And the money was the root to what the evil is
It's mandatory for me to live
I hustle harder than the next dude
Remember, everybody is out to get you
Niggas don't respect to live and let live
So I pack a .40 caliber cause that's how shit is
Out here, no fear, f*ck feelings
Trigger man rule, that's the art of drug dealing
I'm trying to stack my money to the ceiling
No new friends, don't wanna talk about old business
Sex on the beach, sipping Guinness
With a bitch so thick she can't take no dick
Imagine working grave-yard shifts
Lost friends steady talking that shit
A million a day is for minimum wage
Work a nigga like a slave 'til he put him in his grave
Frail moments, same page
(Seven days a week I'm living in a rush
Seven grams of rock, I stuff 'em in my nuts)

 

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Lakers

Nigga, f*ck it, 77 Cutlass
I move my ass to Cali with my Indiana bucket
I need to slap a wet one on the frame, a little rusty
They call my shit a scraper and the beta bitches love it
And I'm choking on some Cali good
Been want to cruise on Crenshaw
Since a little nigga watching Boyz n in the Hood
Since Ricky got killed, copping that corn meal
Before the palm trees, pussy and the recording years
I was overdue for a visit
A valley bitch with family in the Chi gave me digits
The 818, the sex was great, perfect the art of fornication
Put a bitch out the car for a bar, your Cali conversation
All my hoes from way back want me to be chilling where they at
G.I. until I die, but bitch L.A. is where I lay at
My children gon' be raised at where they gon' place my grave at
Since Magic bought the team, he brought new meaning to that L.A. hat
Shout out to the blocks
Inglewood, Compton, South Central to Watts

My home, my home L.A. I ride for you
(That's where I stay at, nigga)
(That's where I lay at, nigga)
When I am gone just know that I owe you

I'm on my way to LAX from JFK, it's a great day
I mean I love New York, but of course
I live out there so don't go there, you heard it before
Ironic my uncle had the king of music on Crenshaw
Cause now I'm the king to music to all y'all
California love, California dreaming
I've seen lost angels, I even found demons
Where you learn to survive and keep your head high
Hit the weed clinic 'fore sativa get your head high
We ain't in Kansas City, but you'll find a TEC-9
And if that tech jammed you better have a toast too
F*ck that, this what we gon' toast to
Everybody that ain't die before 21 like we was s'posed to
For the mail I'm going postal
I heard the baddest females on pacific coastal
If it means anything, I'm so L.A. my dad died on King, nigga

My home, my home L.A. I ride for you
(That's where I stay at, nigga)
(That's where I lay at, nigga)
When I am gone just know that I owe you

Yeah, went from a condo 'til sleeping on my nigga couch
Popping sedatives, negatives in my bank account
Too much pride to let this pussy industry play me out
Preparing that broken dream, that's what L.A. about
Shout to Cali Bud, my Westcoast plug
Brother from another mother, he showed that Westcoast love
Nigga, me and Killa Caz was pulling them stick-ups, cuz
Bending blocks with my nigga Box smoking the whip up Blood
Gots to keep it true when I maneuver
I got all kind of homies, Harlems, Avalons and Hoovers
My little homie from Families, he keep a team of shooters
My 60 niggas stay Rolling, my Eight Trey niggas moving
Been 20 years since the riots
L.A. nigga keep it thorough, f*ck keeping quiet
Bitch it's on in this war zone where we reside
As I begin let my sins wash away with the tides
Who the f*ck I'm kidding? I done tried everything but dying
Flirting with other places, but this Cali bitch stay on my mind

My home, my home L.A. I ride for you
(That's where I stay at, nigga)
(That's where I lay at, nigga)
When I am gone just know that I owe you

 

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Knicks

Pippen on the assist
I'm watching Jordan drop a double nickel on the Knicks
That was '95, couple of us ain't live til '96
Gangbanging, cane slanging had us caught up in a twist
We was middle school fools, life was rushing past me
Fresh up out a school bus fighting up at Pulaski
Uncle hit me off with a zip, now I get some cash, G
"When will you get some money for Nikes?" my mama asked me
I got it selling nickle bags
Stress, weed, million seeds, where the liquor at?
Mad Dog 20/20, kept a nigga loose
Murder was the case except a niggas taste the gin and juice
Cause then we gon' be riding on some bullshit
Shoot up a nigga crib, that's some hood shit
And I can give a f*ck who in the house sleep
Waking up the neighbors, shoot my trey eight at the police, bitch

I got it selling nickel bags, bitch

Chilling with a bitch
Watching LeBron put a 56 on the Knicks
In 2005, police killed my nigga in 2006
Only thing he losing is his pension, ain't that 'bout a bitch
If I see that ho I got a slug for him
I wanna kill him slow like I ain't got no love for him
I wanna torture and burn him, drag him to hell with me
This for my nigga just lurking, working the scale with me
In these last days, on my last page
F*ck a job, I'm whipping this butter cause crime pays
In these last days, on my last page
F*ck a job, I'm serving these clunkers cause crime pays
I'm a lunatic by nature
Yeah, can't knock the family for this paper
Yeah, and if you make it through the day, bro
Yeah, pray to God I ain't stank ya, bitch

I got it selling nickel bags, bitch

 

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Shame

Time to shut it on down baby, you know what I'm sayin'?
You sure you want to do this shit tonight because it might hurt baby, you know what I'm sayin'?
Might hurt you when I, get up in the morning and leave
Take that walk you know what I mean?

Slammin'
When I hit you up I'm talking about bangin' something
Chill off in your crib and have a thing, probably make it stank or something
Girl you like my bottom bitch, post my bail, pay for my lawyer
Play your position when them other hoes get out of order
When you wanna give me that pussy? You purchase a plane ticket
Run around town, when I bust her down they want shit like them lames did it
Got her dick whipped, my dick smeared with lipstick
Basically if this bitch lay with me she payin' me, I'm on some pimp shit
For real! It's 2 A.M. club was bout' to close up
Thumbing through my contacts bout' to call one of my hoes up
Then I met you, kicked game and followed you to the breakfast spot
F*cked you like I married you that night up in the Marriot
Scream like you got your cherry popped
F*cking, switching up positions
Thought this shit would never stop
Motherf*ck an intermission
Damn!

(Here we are again)

It ain't got to be the walk of shame, baby
But that's only if you know the game, baby
Later I can't be the one to blame, baby
But for now take the walk of shame, baby
It ain't got to be the walk of shame, baby
But that's only if you know the game, baby
Later I can't be the one to blame, baby
But for now take the walk of shame, baby

Straight Slammin'
Sleepin' with pistols under my pillow
We wake and bake, she up naked twistin' up cigarillos
I beat that Thursday night and Friday morning, off to work she go
Time to take that walk, just take this dick, don't take it personal
Your friends probably gonna call you a ho, but you should have known
Them bitches want a grip from the same dick you be sitting on
And your girl Monique, she be hitting me when her nigga gone
Trying to buy some weed she proceed with nothing but Vicky's on
Nothing but ass and titties, but I let that ass convince me
Took it in that, hit that, wish I could say it was accidentally
Like I stepped on a banana peel and fell in that pussy
Y'all niggas be spending all kind of scrill to get in that pussy
And she cop a seven every Friday
Chuck the deuces at her baby daddy as I pulled up out the drive-way
For real

(Here we are again)

It ain't got to be the walk of shame, baby
But that's only if you know the game, baby
Later I can't be the one to blame, baby
But for now take the walk of shame, baby
It ain't got to be the walk of shame, baby
But that's only if you know the game, baby
Later I can't be the one to blame, baby
But for now take the walk of shame, baby

 

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Watts

yeah i'm going to tell you something about you motherf*ckin self
f*ck you nigga
...
you a weak motherf*cka man
you soft
motherf*cka
man f*ck you
i hate yo goddamn guts
don't call me
don't call my number no more
ya bitch

 

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Piñata

Live like 9-5, I rhyme and come alive
My grind divides fine through my divine eyes
It's prime time, you wish you could buy time, but it's my time
Thoughts against I, blasphemy, it's like a vice crime
I roll 'em thick and I ignite mines
I don't even get high, I just get equally back in my right mind
I'm getting lethal with these nice lines
Creeping through your speakers
Catch you sleeping like a thief of in the nighttime
Young Doms, none of you niggas correspond, bitch
Kick the f*ck out of the track on some Jean-Claude shit
Get the f*ck out of the streets, nigga, I bomb shit
Shit ain't all good no more, y'all on your con shit
The f*ck is your conscience? Testing me is nonsense
The whole city is mine, I'm the best up in my conference
Ain't feeling me, fine, ain't gotta listen to my shit
You can hear about me from the critics all on my dick

Bitch, I've been thugging since the motherf*cking Ten Speed
Redbone on my handlebars, I like my bitches mixed breeds
Feel the Philly tighten with a 20 sack of stress weed
Educated, at the stove I'm working recipes
Reputation say I'm robbing just for recreation
Revive my enemy with gun-to-mouth resuscitation
Can't wait to this pussy nigga pay me, I'm impatient
Let's go kick in their door and strip them naked, leave 'em stinking
No witness, no weapon, my nigga, the case is over
The reaper snatched 'em, closed casket, his family needs a closure
And Moses had ten commandments, Huey had ten points
Won't see my homie for ten, dropped him off at the joint
Staring at my future in my rear-view
Family cried some tears, I got some years, it ain't no issue
Mama with the tissue
Saw her breaking down, she just might cry a river
Murder one, she can't believe she raised that type of nigga

I tried to do right, but it only got your boy f*cked in the game
So I changed my mind, now I'm back on this grind
Trying to get this change
Niggas hate to see me getting it
Travelling packs with a red dot
Boy, it ain't your knot, trying to get what you got
When the rain and the pain gon' stop
Standing on the porch early, no shoes, selling blow in my socks
And I was watching for the ghetto bird
Ain't got no money for college
So all I know is how to sack and how to serve
I be damned if I miss another lick for the chips
Got me stacking, almost splurging on weed, syrup and whips
Niggas around my way be loving it
I'm Cadillac'ing, blowing good alligators with the belts to match
I got an ounce with an ounce to match, bust it down, get back
Hopefully maybe get the clique out the trap
I need dough like a bread baker (Amen)
24/7, got ready on the turf, player
All day

Make 'em hop in the new coupe
Nigga, but that ain't nothing new
Forgive me for the sinning that they be doing in this business
Not using their words to express truth
Out in the streets with a screw loose
On the Westside I got the juice
Just tell me what you trying to do
She loving the crew and ain't f*cking with you
I go where the hood niggas get into it
I go where the bad girls go shop
Every window tinted but the rooftop
That money I'll just spend it to get you shot
Can they be hating, they got no reason
Right where they got me, the place I Delete 'em
We kicking on weaklings just for all of their secrets
I can't believe the shit that I'm seeing
I'm hearing the words, doing my reading, it's really absurd
Not enough leaders, the shit that they feed you, it's just what you eating
They call me young Veggies, I make it go green
I smash in all your teeth, the f*ck is you saying?
You got the candy's, the niggas is spraying
To get away and take over the land, yeah

My mind on capital, I'm not just rapping, dude
I'm out to speak actual factual, watch how I master moves
Your baller fist will daggle you
I'm from a city clapping fools
You out [?] lacking while watching me fashion stools
Shitting styles, you never had a hot line that I didn't dial
Little princess always trying to fit a bigger crown
But don't forget I [?] some emcees
And just them bitches know he a pimp and even read the blimp
It was a good day, good day to O'Shea
A death certificate for anyone who lay in my way
You best revisit all the tombstones that lay in my way
Me being knowledge, be honest
You seen the profit get sacrificed by the Oxy
Get ratchet when ratchets out and they firing
Residue on pinata's, wonder what's up inside of 'em
It's sure ain't no Vicodin cause it up and excited 'em
But they ain't get high enough, if you ain't succeed, nigga
Buy again then try again

It's the irrational type of nigga, the John Madden tackle you
Steal your car keys and crash your coupe in the botanical
Wrap you with shackles, tangle you, pull from ever angle, dismantle you
Watch your blood mixed with mud and stain the gravel too
Grab and shoot, rib cage open like a parachute
Close range, Swiss blade, poke 'em if it's personal
Blood stains, gold fangs, mask on, no traits
Murder one, closed case, rolling with no plates
Half a body in the trunk, go to prison, no way
Speed off the Brooklyn bridge before I catch a cold case
Realize I'm the voice for those who do not have a voice
So I voice my f*cking voice, I don't have a f*cking choice
Cold blooded, leave some niggas, well I hope you got insurance
Shotgun and shorty lift 'em like the potent in my joint
Barrels smoking like Red Auerbach
Still can't believe I'm getting fed on rap
I don't know what's louder, the pack or the gat

My endorphins are morphin', absorbin' energy
Original copy, A Tale of Two Cities gets read to me
Reading Emersom novels eating some Belgian waffles
Some powder go up my nostrils, my dick going down her tonsils
What's up? Play with an abacus, I've been stressing like Catholics
That's the shit, a bit of that happiness in my cup
This generation corrupt, these people brainwashed with evil
My music is more cerebral, exploring just what you need to
So this your Exodus, church of the Methodist
Beating up the pussy, have her screaming like the exorcist
Absorbing through your pores, the Lord with horns, a world war
Whores are more hors d'oeuvre when it's a world tour
O'Doyle Rules