What It be Like

[Verse 1: Freddie Gibbs]

You can take it how you wanna take it homie

Yeah, you hear the record spinnin'

So you know I'm gettin' money

Got a spot, can't another nigga come and take it from me

Now you on the sideline, fucked up, lookin' funny

And I'm flossin' in the 68' oldsmo'

Attractin' hella booty, blowin' fruity with yo' hoes

You wanna be like me but you ain't making that dough fold

I got some dealers that'll hit you up for that rose gold

I'm fresh up outta Indiana nigga

Gary to be exact

Got my ticket with this rappin' threw Gary up on my back

I'm in business with them nigga that keep a clip in the gat

Ds on the lac

Catch you in the kitchen whippin' the crack

I'ma come up on some swishas and twist up anotha sack

Got your girl leavin' wit her, she wonderin' where she at

What she said up in the Jag, if she let a nigga stab

But if not I put that bitch in the cab

I'll see ya later babe

[Chorus]

All my thug ass nigga, what it be like

All my down ass hoes, what it be like

No I don't fuck around ho, what it be like

You know I bust down ho, what it be like

All my East coast nigga, what it be like

All my West coast nigga, what it be like

All my dirty South nigga, what it be like

All my Midwest nigga, what it be like

[Verse 2]

Verse two

Say nigga what it be like

Wanna go to war with me you better get your G's right

I'm a bout to show 'em what these G.I. streets like

Broad day to midnight

Better keep your heat tight

2:11 1-8-7 semi-automatic weapon

Make a nigga get to steppin'

I don't care what set he reppin'

Bustin' in my own discretion

Bout to teach that ass a lesson

I be getting threatened by these lame brain niggas

But I never sweat 'em

Real niggas show me love in the hood

I ain't never got problems cause I got plugs in the hood

You might see me politickin' with them thugs in the hood

That's the type of shit I does in the hood

Middle-finger to you bitch ass niggas

Dog ass hoes

Y'all can keep on hatin' and Fakin, We gettin dough

The G's at my show

They rush the front row

Throw they sets in the air

Let a mothafucka know

[Chorus]

All my Vice Lord nigga, what it be like

All my G.D. nigga, what it be like

All my Black Stone nigga, what it be like

All my Renegade nigga, what it be like

All my Latin King nigga, what it be like

All my Crip gang nigga, what it C like

All my Blood gang nigga, what it B like

We all the same gang nigga, what it be like