Let Ya Nuts Hang

[Chorus: Freddie Gibbs]

Now nigga, you dont wanna see me when my sack low

I keep them killers at your front and at yo back door

Layed on a stretcher when its pressure, man we bust thangs

Cause in the streets I claim, you gotta let ya nuts hang

Now nigga, you dont wanna see me when my sack low

I keep them killers at your front and at yo back door

Layed on a stretcher when its pressure, man we bust thangs

Cause in the streets I claim, you gotta let ya nuts hang

[Verse 1: Freddie Gibbs]

Caught in the cycle, black American psychopathic

And I can't do right, nigga, doing wrong is my rite of passage

Straight in the street life, I'm trying to interact with the 'matics

One hundred baggies all wrapped in plastic, I'm living savage

It's hot in these damn streets, shot this nigga last week

Police on my last nerve, I'mma gon' make this last serve

And hit 65 South and get low than a bitch

You see me back in the g, then that means I'm back on my dick

Back on that bullshit, full clip, don't play with a full deck

Hope my pack ain't caught up, it ain't made it to my hood yet

Did some niggas dirty, and I can't wait for the day they burn me

Cause I showed them hoes no mercy, Lord forgive me, I was thirsty

[Chorus: Freddie Gibbs]

Now nigga, you dont wanna see me when my sack low

I keep them killers at your front and at yo back door

Layed on a stretcher when its pressure, man we bust thangs

Cause in the streets I claim, you gotta let ya nuts hang

Now nigga, you dont wanna see me when my sack low

I keep them killers at your front and at yo back door

Layed on a stretcher when its pressure, man we bust thangs

Cause in the streets I claim, you gotta let ya nuts hang

[Verse 2: Scrilla]

You don't wanna see me with that sack low

My name ain't Jody, but I'm coming through your back door

In all black, no mask, with a .45

And if this pussy buck a lick, then it's homicide

I'm from Zone 4 Atlanta, where these killers ride

Snatch a nigga out the car and take a nigga pride

And if we beefing in these streets, ain't nowhere you can hide

We kill a nigga, dump his body on 285

I'm getting tired of all these fuck niggas running around

Talking all that tough shit

Like you've been there and you've sold that

But in real life you don't run shit

My homie called me with a big lick

10,000 pills, about 10 bricks

I'm walking in with that big stick

Gonna lay it down with that dope dick

[Chorus: Freddie Gibbs]

Now nigga, you dont wanna see me when my sack low

I keep them killers at your front and at yo back door

Layed on a stretcher when its pressure, man we bust thangs

Cause in the streets I claim, you gotta let ya nuts hang

Now nigga, you dont wanna see me when my sack low

I keep them killers at your front and at yo back door

Layed on a stretcher when its pressure, man we bust thangs

Cause in the streets I claim, you gotta let ya nuts hang