Bomb

[Produced by Madlib]

[Intro]

Yeah, yeah, yeah, uhh

[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 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 yayo as soon as they taste it

The evasive black American gangster, sinister corner hugger

Cuz seeing this nigga shine been annoying me like a muthafucka

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, 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 talking, I leave they thoughts on my shoestrings

[Interlude: Freddie Gibbs]

What? Uh, yeah

For sure

[Verse 2: Freddie Gibbs]

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 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 12, threw some bales 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?

[Verse 3: Raekwon]

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, my 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"

[Outro]