Gibbs Lyrics – Freddie Gibbs
Singer: Freddie Gibbs
Title: Gibbs
DJ turn me up in the headphones a little bit
Aight, lettin’ n#gg#s know who it is, n#gg#
No Tamin’ run it to ’em
This how we do it
I’m gettin’ tired of these naysayers, playa haters, and imitators
I’m blessed by the creator, I’m a f#cking innovator
n#gg#s wanna see me heated, they nothin’ but instigators
I just keep my temper down, as cool as refridgerators
Hear me know or hear me later
But sooner or later
You gon’ have to deal with’ me
Homie keep it real with’ me
Do you want to battle rap?
Or do you want me to clap you?
With the bullets or the lyrics, I can handicap you
Leave you permanently leanin’ like the tower of Pisa
You a cookie, your heart sweeter than Mother Theresa
You should get down on yo’ knees and have a talk with’ Jesus
And pray to God you don’t bump heads with’ Caesar
The black one, ready for action
Don’t get me confused with other rappers, I am not the wack one
I don’t rap for the platinum
I’m just tryna get my family outta the hood like Joseph Jackson
Now I got a little fame, it’s hard to shake dames
I f#ck these b#tches and never remember their name
I’m the incredible, heterosexual, lyric professional
I flow perpetual, turnin’ these rappers into vegetables
And if you thinkin’ you better then think again
Cause I’m sicker with these similes, nouns, verbs, and synonyms
If you ain’t feelin’ Gibbs, then you ain’t feelin’ rap
You ain’t ever felt real hip hop, you feelin’ dat?
It’s Freddie G to the izz-I, B to the bizzy
S, oh yes the best rapper from the Gizzy
Ugh, yo what’s my name homie?
Freddie Gangsta Gibbs n#gg# yeah
Bring it back
It’s Freddie G to the izz-I, B to the bizzy
S, oh yes the best rapper from the Gizzy (n#gg#)
Yo what’s my name homie?
Freddie Gangsta Gibbs n#gg# (ugh, yeah let’s do it)
Verse 2, time to show these muthaf#ckas what I’m made of
And give the industry somethin’ that they afraid of
I got credibility, all my dudes is paid up
All you aspiring rap artists, getcha weight up
Y’all n#gg#s spittin’ elementary rhymes
Sellin’ dope and wastin’ yo’ money on studio time
When I take a look at my city it brings me to laughter
Cause every other n#gg# that I meet is a rapper
Tryna get my money for his music
Say he got skill, but the n#gg# can’t prove it
Seems like lyricism is long gone
n#gg#s scared for feature me on their sh#t cause I kill them on they own song
These other rappers don’t write like me
So there’ll never be an MC quite like me
And he can say that he’s the hottest rapper out of the G
But you can be your bottom dollar he ain’t hotter than me
Now I got a little rank, yo’ career about to sank
Keep hatin’, I’mma be laughin’ all the way to the bank haha
I’m ’bout to make it I’m stripping the game naked
And you say you want the title? well homie step up and take it
Woah, you still thinkin’ you better? well think again
Cause I’m sicker with these similes, nouns, verbs, and synonyms
If you ain’t feelin’ Gibbs, then you ain’t feelin’ rap
You ain’t ever felt real hip hop, you feelin’ dat? n#gg#
It’s Freddie G to the izz-I, B to the bizzy
S, oh yes the best rapper from the Gizzy
Ugh, yo what’s my name homie?
Freddie Gangsta Gibbs n#gg# yeah
Bring it back
It’s Freddie G to the izz-I, B to the bizzy
S, oh yes the best rapper from the Gizzy (n#gg#)
Yo what’s my name homie?
Freddie Gangsta Gibbs n#gg# (ugh, let’s do it)
Yeah, y’all know who it is
Full Metal Jackit Volume 2 n#gg#s
You know what I’m sayin’?
It’s that n#gg# John Doe aka DJ
For y’all n#gg#s that don’t muthaf#ckin’ know this No Tamin’ n#gg#
Holla at me
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