Freddie Gibbs, Vicious - Dead Or Alive lyrics

It's No Tamin aye, I want you to sip your
Drink if you got one
And go up to a nigga you don't like
And hit his punk ass!
And say, "No Tamin, bitch!"
'Cause we 'bout to go
What's up, let's go, Freddie Gibbs!

These motherfuckers gon' respect my rhymes
They think that I'm a pretty boy
They like to rap about them
Girls all the time
They be hatin' on my shit
'cause they shit don't sell
I'm way ahead of most niggas
They don't spit this well
If the real shit is dead
Then I'm bringin' it back
Even if I gotta piss some
Niggas off when I rap
My nigga Dove said I'm steppin' on


A lot of niggas' toes
But I let 'em know that I
Respect a lot of niggas' flows
But a lot of niggas don't deserve the
Love that I gave to 'em
Especially when they don't give it back
I bring the pain to 'em
Man, I don't give a fuck about a nigga ego
I'm tryna stack my paper like
De Niro in Casino
Like Nicky Tarantino, my tolerance is zero
Cross one of my people, it's, "Adios
Amigo"
Uh, they wanna take me out this game, nigga
No way i go against the grain and beat
My case like O j

Yeah, dead or alive, baby dead or alive
I be the hottest nigga in the streets
Straight up, man, the haters want me gone
Real niggas wanna hear me
You know what I'm sayin'?

These motherfuckers don't cooperate
Until you throw some dollars at 'em
Man, I'm tired of talkin'
To these niggas, Vicious, holler at 'em
The most inconsiderate, most belligerent
These flows is ignorant yours, insignificant
You niggas get annihilated when you
Violate the rap code, the essence
These flows is epic yo boy is reckless
My legacy is bigger than
The motherfuckin' hemisphere
You niggas stuck like Gilligan
And I'll kill again just
Because the barrel dusty
Don't think I won't leave you
Stressed with yo apparel, buddy
I'm a terror, buddy rap's
Lyrically, you malnourished
Niggas really bore me
You tell stories of how sick you are
Bitch, you get no cigar
'Cause lyrically, I insinerate you bitches
Penetrate you bitches watch your
Hoes like disintegrate, you bitches
So next time
You better step and guess your mission
'Fore Freddie Gibbs and Vicious, bitches!

Yeah this real shit, man, No Tamin freddie
Yo, they want me dead or alive, man
I'm just gettin' started in this game
I ain't begin to play with you faggots yet
Man it's comin', this the '04, '05
Freddie Gibbs, Vicious
Masters of the Midwest
Finger Roll, No Tamin, we doin' this
Fuck you niggas
Take it how you wanna take it

What up, nigga, this is Finger Roll
You know what I'm sayin'?
The nigga that you love to hate, motherfucker
The one that you see on the
Back of them CD covers, motherfucker
The one that you open up
The one that lookin' at yo-
Yo favorite fuckin' artist while
He's being recorded, nigga
I'm the fuckin' one!
Let's do that shit, nigga
The one that's doing the
Beats on the streets, nigga
Call me Mr gI if you wanna call it
Mr indiana, that's how it's going down
Nigga no Tamin, what it is, let's go!

Yo when you got paroled, man?
Yo, man, I just got paroled the other day
Man that shit is cool, man, I hope
You taking care of yourself, word up
Come on, man, it's Blizz, of course
I'm taking care of myself, man
It's nice to see you, man
Yeah, pardon me for a second
I'm 'bout to rob this place
Alright, everybody
Put your fucking hands in the air
And face the fucking wall!
Don't look at me, goddamit!
Ayo, Q, you want piece of this?
Nah, man, I'm out here
All right, everybody, strip!