Freestyle #2 lyrics

by

Twista


[Intro: Freddie Gibbs]
Ugh, yeah n*gga
Aight, this is a Freddie Gibbs public service announcement
Yeah, to all you rappers that are out there, straight up
Ugh, let's do it, aight
Yo if you say you won't-
Ugh, ugh, yeah n*gga
Aight, this is a Freddie Gibbs public service announcement
Yeah, to all you rappers that are out there, straight up
Ugh, let's do it, aight

[Verse: Freddie Gibbs]
Yo if you say you won't lose I'mma prove you already lost
Don't try to play hard you n*ggas already soft
My flows is A1, spittin' nothin' but the best sh*t
All of my rhymes go hard like an erect di*k
A lotta people say Freddie Gibbs commercial
Don' get it twisted, Freddie Gibbs'll hurt you
And if I;m popped I'll murk you
Like my liquor brown or white and my weed green or purple
I stay controversial, bring the heat in the booth
One take, I don't need rehearsal
I'mma spit my verse and I'm leavin'
I work hard to be the illest rapper out of the region
From the G to the H and D, to the harbor
Ain't a n*gga that can fade me but my barber
So I don't really gotta tell you who I'm better than
This rap rookie be shockin' all of the veterans
If you talkin' sh*t you get silenced
Keep it to a minimum, don't start the violence
I'll hit ya whole team if you ever f*ck wit' me
Ya boyz n the hood, they get killed like Ricky
You motherf*ckin' loser
When it's time to ride y'all n*ggas punk out like Cuba Gooding Jr
So I know you afraid to get blazed
n*ggas on my team got tecs and AKs
What you gon' do when sh*t hits the fan?
If the bullets miss you they gon' hit ya man
Like I told you before, if you scared go to church
I'mma be out on the block gettin' my merch
You thinkin' I ain't 'bout the money? Negro please
I'm on top of my chips like nacho cheese
So from now 'til I'm gon' don't ask me for sh*t
To get me on a song, gon' cost n*ggas a grip
I ain't talkin' 'bout n*ggas I'm cool wit'
I'm talkin' 'bout them other n*ggas I don't fool wit'
You prolly think I'm arrogant and actin' foul
But we wasn't cool then so we not cool now
I should start my own rap convention
Cause n*ggas like what I'm talkin' 'bout like tension
Roll wit' Freddie, you'll f*ck a lotta hotties
Put me on ya album you'll sell a lotta copies n*gga
[Outro]
Aye, aye, aye, check it out
Freddie I know you got some more sh*t to say
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