D.O.A. lyrics

[Intro: Freddie Gibbs]
Yeah, fa'sho
b*tch, uh
I'm a real-made n*gga
Certified grave n*gga

[Chorus: Freddie Gibbs]
I'm a real-made n*gga
Certified grave digga
D.O.A., it's how I play
I let the f*ckin' things hit ya
I'm a street-paid n*gga
Tryna catch a fade with ya
D.O.A., it's how I play
I let the f*ckin' things hit ya, b*tch

[Bridge: Freddie Gibbs]
I f*ck with gangstas
Man, all my n*ggas make the papers
I f*ck with gangstas
Man, all my n*ggas make the papers
I f*ck with gangstas
Man, all my n*ggas make the papers
I f*ck with gangstas
Man, all my n*ggas make the papers
[Verse 1: Freddie Gibbs]
I f*ck with gangstas
Man, all my n*ggas make the papers
Them boys is stinkin'
East side G.I., we don't serve no strangers
My b*tch 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 n*gga, f*ck a project-ass n*gga
Serve the pack, man, call the trash man for these garbage-ass n*ggas
Say these motherf*ckers scared to rob a robbin'-ass n*gga
Send you back to your connect, you short a lot of bands, n*gga
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 f*ck with gangstas
Man, all my n*ggas make the papers
I f*ck with gangstas
Man, all my n*ggas make the papers
I f*ck with gangstas
Man, all my n*ggas make the papers
I f*ck with gangstas
Man, all my n*ggas make the papers
[Chorus Freddie Gibbs]
Real-made n*gga
Certified grave digga
D.O.A., it's how I play
I let the f*ckin' things hit ya
I'm a real-made n*gga
Certified grave digga
D.O.A., it's how I play
I let the f*ckin' things hit ya, b*tch

[Verse 2: G-Wiz]
D.O.A., get it how I live it when I let that four go
Naptown n*gga, done made it, emergin' fresh out the dope smoke
All my n*ggas 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 f*ck n*ggas 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 f*ckin' know
Blazin' rocks with killers and some motherf*ckin' cutthroats
And I know Colombians that bring it by the f*ckin' boat
Clap they ass, put they ass face down on the f*ckin' floor
Hit a couple corners and n*gga know I got the blow
Hit a couple corners now and n*gga 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 f*ck with gangstas
Man, all my n*ggas make the papers
I f*ck with gangstas
Man, all my n*ggas make the papers
I f*ck with gangstas
Man, all my n*ggas make the papers
I f*ck with gangstas
Man, all my n*ggas make the papers

[Chorus Freddie Gibbs]
Real-made n*gga
Certified grave digga
D.O.A., it's how I play
I let the f*ckin' things hit ya
I'm a real-made n*gga
Certified grave digga
D.O.A., it's how I play
I let the f*ckin' things hit ya, b*tch