Affiliated

[Verse 1: Freddie Gibbs]

Niggas know what I'm affiliated with

I'm quick to bust a move and bust yo' windows for this paper bitch

Niggas get on off gimmicks, they don't wanna get into this gangsta shit

Fryin' yo' ass in front of yo' family, yo that's my favorite

Shit to do to niggas, Fred you runnin' through these niggas

Like a pack of condoms, sick just like a passed the flu to niggas

I was diplomatic but this shit was gettin' through to niggas

The way these faggots be actin' make me just wanna shoot at niggas

Go back to my roots on niggas, a SK and a shadeball

Leave your crib one day without choppers you gon' be dead, dog

Burn some niggas off and then paid the cost over bread, dog

Busta came in asked for some credit but I'm like "Hell naw'"

If I was Jimmy henchman I would have been left the country

Fuck the snitches and pussy polices, them niggas monkeys

Ten pounds of kush and a set of speakers, that shit was funky

I just leave the drugs, [?] my plug wrap it and ship it for me

[Verse 2: Reks]

Spazzmatic ca-cabbage cranium classic

Deliver bastard bars, Freddie and Statik

Pushin' the pad, pinnacle general as if

I be asthmatic, keep fill syllables in lyrical paragraphs

Or scribblin' battle raps or story verses

They gon' need hearses, undertaker mother nature

You be one with makers

Son to say your passion of Jesus

Sip Grey Goose, Henny and reminisce

R-E-K-S Genesis

The revolution's evolution 'til revelation

You made your bed with satan

Game is full of hella hatin'

I'm bakin' a book of statements for real MC's

To kill the likes of Little B's, enemies turn to mini Me's

Lord of Gary, R and Freddie killin' beats

Pinnacle of [?] to the owens

[?]

I'm omens to all men, poker table all in

Get to know the label, y'all showin' off, we the spokesmen

[Verse 3: Push!]

Lights camera action!

It's the main attraction

Nothin' like the rest of these faggots

The bullshit on the radio heard by masses

I'm MJ with a team full of Kerrs and Paxtons

Squad of shooters with black rugers

Baby mama wall, intruders to stash looters

You can ask around, know Push keep it the truest

Lookin' at the American version of [?]

Adonis, nigga, fuck it I do this

Need to come holler at your boy and get some toolage

Might see me with thirty grand in front of hipsters

But I'm knee deep in the street, don't get me mixed up

I'm dirty, it's best to be cool, fam

Shit, I'm Tim Taylor with the tool, man

Play Wilson, try peek over the gate

Soon as I see your brows, squeeze it in your face