Freddie Gibbs - Crushin' Feelin's lyrics

(You know) A lot of niggas be thinking I be
Talking about them in my raps and shit (yeah
Nigga) probably cause I do, nigga

My sentiments exactly
Niggas can't out rap me and if they could
They already dead or
They Hip-Hop hall-of-famers
Don't run up if you ain't got
A whole catalog of bangers
Gary gangsta, guess I'm no longer a stranger
Bitch I get love out on the West
Coast like I ball for Lakers
Ask my nigga Syke, fuck the proof
I'm where the drugs was
Hit the streets with nothing but
Troops, slaughter your buzz, cuz
Thuggin', I don't be bloggin' like Budden
I just speak through the songs
Figure the only reason that you was on
Cause you's a clone
Moving right along, we all wrong
But all's well
Slamming off the phone and chopping stones
We all sell sometimes I had work on deck
And sometimes I 9-to-5-ed it
Do more than boast about balling
I rhyme about surviving
Getting it in every city I ever lived
South Central to ATL and
Over the Brooklyn Bridge
I hit the G and watch
Them shipping that weight serving plates
Whipping with my nigga Dominican H
I need some cash, I know
You trying to get straight
So fuck with me dawg
Them other niggas slamming that bammer
They need a recall
Got choppers, fuck binoculars
Nigga we come to see y'all
Don't matter if you V, or GD
Or C or a B-Dawg
The topics from the prophet prevail
East-side GI 'til I get dropped or
I get locked in a cell my nigga Pill said
"I can't afford to take that L"
So he lickin shots at the fucking laws
I call 'em Johnnies
(fuck the police) , he like to call em twelve
Fuck the polices and rest in peace
To my nigga Stymie
Pigs killed him front of his family
That shit was grimey
That's why everywhere I go I
Keep a Ruger beside me
Cut the fat from the clique
Got them bitch niggas way from 'round me
That's how they do you
Act like they never knew you
Ho I see right through you
What you eatin' don't make me doo doo
And if I ain't gon' shit
I might as well jump off the pot
Mighty dollar say I might as well
Pull a plot on your spot
I'm trying to clock a knot
Pushing as quickly as possible
Had to be Gangsta Gibbs
Wasn't gifted like Glenn Robinson
Average hoop skills
But I ride up on coupe wheels
Custom convertible Cutlass
How you and you crew feel
When you see that? You probably wanna
Do that just like me i set the bar for IN-D
No nigga don't rap like me
You want that killer not that filler
Then fuck with yo' boy Fred
Malcolm of the Mid
Probably more like Detroit Red
And I can easily bring you
Defeat with my vernacular
I'm too deep in these streets to
Be beefing with a rapper
I got niggas that hate me
Bitches that love me
Hands do damage so I manage to stay
Handsome when shit could get ugly
Now every nigga rhyming think he a mob boss
Better keep it tucked cause pups
Get fucked like Shad Moss
Niggas was puffing that huff 'til I
Sent a few quads off
Shot my nigga some kush and couple
Of zips of that bomb soft
Attracting addicts
When I pick them beats I be selecting Statik
Rap ain't nothing but talking shit I'm
Just the best at it
At every stage show, I'm puffin that tree
Been putting it down since '03
But y'all wasn't fuckin with me
I threw my tape out on the streets
And watched my tape lift off
With out a verse from Weezy
Kanye or the fake Rick Ross
Fuck a cosign, I hold mine close to the hip
Crushin' feelin's
Leaving niggas on some emotional shit
Gangsta Gibbs

And I love the rap game (We love it, baby)
I love to see niggas getting, you know
(Getting money, nigga)
Get shit cracking, gettin shit popping
You know what I mean
Time to bring that money
To the motherfucking G, nigga
Motherfuckers been doing this shit for years
It's time for them motherfuckers to
Be getting in this thang, baby
And if you ain't from G, nigga
Don't come to the G
Cause you ain't gon' understand the G
You gon' be laying in the G
Shoutout to all my niggas in the G, nigga