D.O.A.

[Intro: Freddie Gibbs]

Yeah, fa'sho

Bitch, uh

I'm a real-made nigga

Certified grave nigga

[Chorus: Freddie Gibbs]

I'm a real-made nigga

Certified grave digga

D.O.A., it's how I play

I let the fuckin' things hit ya

I'm a street-paid nigga

Tryna catch a fade with ya

D.O.A., it's how I play

I let the fuckin' things hit ya, bitch

[Bridge: Freddie Gibbs]

I fuck with gangstas

Man, all my niggas make the papers

I fuck with gangstas

Man, all my niggas make the papers

I fuck with gangstas

Man, all my niggas make the papers

I fuck with gangstas

Man, all my niggas make the papers

[Verse 1: Freddie Gibbs]

I fuck with gangstas

Man, all my niggas make the papers

Them boys is stinkin'

East side G.I., we don't serve no strangers

My bitch is stinkin'

My junkies say they need that wake up

My kitchen stinkin'

It's a straight bake sale when I cook that cake up

Mobbin'-ass nigga, fuck a project-ass nigga

Serve the pack, man, call the trash man for these garbage-ass niggas

Say these motherfuckers scared to rob a robbin'-ass nigga

Send you back to your connect, you short a lot of bands, nigga

Gangsta Gibbs, baby greasier than Weezy at the All-Star

Way too often, Jeezy, he wasn't even in my ballpark

Swing straight for the fence and drop my nuts down on the plate

I made your favorite rapper want to put a price up on my face

It's Gangsta Gibbs

[Bridge: Freddie Gibbs]

I fuck with gangstas

Man, all my niggas make the papers

I fuck with gangstas

Man, all my niggas make the papers

I fuck with gangstas

Man, all my niggas make the papers

I fuck with gangstas

Man, all my niggas make the papers

[Chorus Freddie Gibbs]

Real-made nigga

Certified grave digga

D.O.A., it's how I play

I let the fuckin' things hit ya

I'm a real-made nigga

Certified grave digga

D.O.A., it's how I play

I let the fuckin' things hit ya, bitch

[Verse 2: G-Wiz]

D.O.A., get it how I live it when I let that four go

Naptown nigga, done made it, emergin' fresh out the dope smoke

All my niggas hustlers and killers, green light we all go

Send 'em all to they makers and close casket they funerals

No smilin', came up out a dirty alley with the thugs

Bangin' TECs and reppin' sets, young connoisseurs with them drugs

Pack the baggage, flip the cabbage, keep it slammin' every day

How the fuck niggas talkin' bout R.I.P. when boy you 'bout to

D.O.A. yourself?

[Verse 3: Big Kill]

Bang bang bang, gang bang is all I fuckin' know

Blazin' rocks with killers and some motherfuckin' cutthroats

And I know Colombians that bring it by the fuckin' boat

Clap they ass, put they ass face down on the fuckin' floor

Hit a couple corners and nigga know I got the blow

Hit a couple corners now and nigga know I got the store

Ridin' down Grant Boulevard, pullin' out the four

On my way to Ham Block, finna cut some more dope

Kill

[Bridge: Freddie Gibbs]

I fuck with gangstas

Man, all my niggas make the papers

I fuck with gangstas

Man, all my niggas make the papers

I fuck with gangstas

Man, all my niggas make the papers

I fuck with gangstas

Man, all my niggas make the papers

[Chorus Freddie Gibbs]

Real-made nigga

Certified grave digga

D.O.A., it's how I play

I let the fuckin' things hit ya

I'm a real-made nigga

Certified grave digga

D.O.A., it's how I play

I let the fuckin' things hit ya, bitch