Full Metal Jackit Jump Off

[Intro: Freddie Gibbs]

Yo, before my grandfather died he told me: "if you ain't gon' shit, get off the pipe"

And I ain't know what he meant right then and there but I guess he sayin': "you gon' do som', do it one hunnid percent or don't do nothin' at all"

When I was 19 I started doin' this rap shit and I be killin' it ever since

It's time to unload on y'all niggas

Yeah, uh

I know y'all used it already, uh

But y'all didn't rip it like Freddie, uh

Yeah, Freddie gangsta

Here we go, Full Metal Jackit, here we go

[Verse 1: Freddie Gibbs]

Ayo, dipset, dipset, nah Freddie rips sets

Snatch jewels off your neck, leave your clique wet

Y'all flow drive but my flow's is liquid

Let this fluid run in yo' veins and get addicted

I'm a crook nigga, I smack niggas wit' scraps

And crack niggas wit' gats and jack niggas for tracks

You dudes talk shit, tryna mentally haze me

But those cheap shots never could phase me, they could never amaze me

Your bullshit never could move me

You gassed off gangsta flicks, you live in the movies

This nigga was talkin' shit until I pulled my weapon

Shot him in the park, now he's a playground legend

Ugh, that nigga Freddie Gibbs doin' boys ugly

Illest in the cheese, other rappers can't touch me

You thinkin' otherwise, go against some other guys

They don't wanna battle me, they stomach filled wit' butterflies

You can't label my music as just "urban"

I touch a lot of people like I'm preachin' a sermon

Spittin' sick is a gift, I've been blessed by the lord

Been the illest since they snipped my umbilical cord nigga

[Interlude: Finger Roll + (Freddie Gibbs)]

Yo, what the fuck is up man? (preach)

Gary, Indiana, Chi-Town man (tell 'em som')

Y'all know better represent my boy Freddie Gibbs spittin' that hot shit (let's go)

Come on

[Verse 2: Freddie Gibbs]

Yo, I'm the deal so a lot of labels wanna recruit me

I got rank in the game nigga, you should salute me

Stand at ease when I rap, it's a breeze when I rap

You fat, you can barely fuckin' breathe when you rap

I ain't the biggest dude but my rhymes push a lot of weight

Go and do some exercise, lyrically you outta shape

But on the other hand, I'm nicely built

So on or off the mic you might get killed

I swear to God you don't want no part of me

I spit that sick shit that clog yo' arteries

I have yo' ass gaspin', holdin' yo' chest

And leave yo' body in a state of cardiac arrest woah

Rap for you is a waste of time

Ain't nobody gon' buy you like that P-Miller clothing line

Or an album from No Limit

This is no gimmick, when I spit it's so prolific

I ain't worried about these local cats

I only listen to a lil' bit of local rap

Cause these cats try to diss you behind ya back

But  they really want you to rap one of they tracks ha

Nah, I listen to a couple of dudes but fuck rap man I'd rather bump rhythm and blues

Like some Isley Brothers, some Frankie Beverly and Maze, a little Stevie Wonder, or some Marvin Gaye

Ugh, you talkin' shit I ignore you chumps

No Tamin' and we ain't got no love for punks

And you know that we be makin' them hits

Finger Roll make the beat, I write the rhymes while I'm takin' a shit

Then I, hit the booth and I'm ready to spit

Freddie the shit, all the bitches on my dick

Cause I shine and they see me glow

Bitches wanna give me ass cause the see me on the T.V. show

Man just wait until my album drop

I'ma have this whole city on lock, cause my album's hot

And i know that y'all been waitin' a while

So I'mma hit you with this Full Metal Jackit like Private Pyle, ugh

[Outro: Finger Roll]

Yo, what the fuck is up

If you don't know what the fuck is up then back the fuck up

Full Metal Jackit blastin' at y'all niggas for the 2004

Freddie Gibbs, Finger Roll lacin' this shit, holdin' it down

Puttin' ya voices on his that hot shit

Shit's hot man, but y'all go ahead and chillout man

I'mma go take a shit, holla at ya boy man

Freddie Gibbs, 2-double-O-4 ya lil bitch

Ugh, muthafucka