[Intro]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
[Verse 1: Freddie Gibbs]
Slammin', drugs got me wakin' up in cold sweats
Sometimes I'm slightly off my rocker, but I'm on deck
Got two and a baby off my bitches student loan check
She hit my line to get that girl, I call it phone sex
Robbin' like my problems ain't gon' catch up to me later
Bitch, I'm mobbin' 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 yayo as soon as they taste it
The evasive black American gangster, sinister corner hugger
Cuz, seein' this nigga shine been annoying me like a mothafucka
This buster owe me, now he act like he don't know me
.44 my closest homie, kill cockroaches like Tony
Got Montana money, Newport 100 dipped in fluid
Yo, I had to smoke it, pupils dilated like silver dollars
Now we loc'ing, call it devilish how I do, bitch
Fuck these niggas talkin'?, I leave they thoughts on my shoestrings
[Interlude: Freddie Gibbs]
What? Uh, yeah
Fo' sho'
Yeah
[Verse 2: Freddie Gibbs]
Rollin', pockets all swollen
Set the record straight, that FNH is what I'm holdin'
A buster that we know got fifteen 'bows, bust it open
We came bandana'd up, divide it up, now what's the quotient?
A split with four 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 icemaker for a heart, made nigga from the start
Life is like a movie, all I did was play my fuckin' part
Cheffing up the crack, the heroin, and weed a la carte
I call it Fast Freddie's, I should own a fuckin' restaurant
'Cause back when I was twelve, threw some bales on a scale and I got a pager
We broke them down and started sellin' 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?
[Verse 3: Raekwon]
28 days later we all gettin' fresh
Got the heart to die for somethin', 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 gettin' money right
Long as the sun come out, I'll hold these twenties tight
Gettin' fresh, just coolin', 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, 75-hundred of us
Up in the Sprinter bus, fussin' "We need more heat"
