Freddie Gibbs - FMJ #2 Intro lyrics
Freddie Gibbs [Fredrick Jamel Tipton] Gary, Indiana, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Freddie Gibbs - FMJ #2 Intro lyrics]
Yeah bitch, it's ya boy Freddie Gibbs
Mixtape volume 2
It's the illest nigga in the G
This ya boy Smokey B i'm back in this bitch
The CEO nigga no Tamin' Entertainment
We puttin' shit down on the map bitch
Go ahead spit that shit nigga
Tell these niggas you hard
As hell Freddie Gibbs (yeah, ugh, ugh)
Yo it's the Steel City stick up kid
And I'm totin' that heavy metal
I hustle block to block and
Push it in every ghetto
All of my songs bang, cop a disc and play dat
I got the hood soldiers like chiefs and arabs
The game gets shook
Wack rappers is terrified
Killin' all of my kids
This is lyrical genocide
I write a rap, spit a rap
And it ain't no sweat
Can't quit, I'm in too deep like, Omar Epps
They treat me like I killed Bishop
Cause I got mo' Juice
Than OJ in a bronco, lay it down pronto
I keep a bad bitch cause my cock is mean
I'm about to get ya girl
Looser than a slot machine cha ching
And I ain't even gotta trick no change
Spit no game, but I kicked yo' dame mane
My lyrics is blueprint for cash makin'
I do you greezy like fried
Bacon that's why you hatin', ugh
Yeah you niggas see Freddie Gibbs
Everyday in the streets
Talkin' 'bout how you gon' murk that nigga
Half you niggas ain't even
Got a muthafuckin' pistol
Talkin' 'bout you gon' kill a nigga
Man I wish I would catch one of you niggas
With' a pistol tryna kill my cousin nigga
On muthafuckin' and I will murk
One of you niggas i'm a muthafuckin' boy
I'm back in this bitch like Mase
The CEO muthafuckas let's go
I ain't scared of gettin' murked
Got my number you call then I'mma checkout
Before it's all over
I empty the fuckin' tec out
Them hollow point hydro shots will
Blow yo' chest out
Or hit you in the throat and blow
The back of yo' neck out
When there's beef I ain't the one
To sit in the crib
I'm outchea splittin' them wigs
Call me General Gibbs
Raise yo' hand and salute fo'
I aim and shoot
Knock you out yo' Timbaland boots
And murda ya troops
So which one of you niggas really
Want it? Let it be known
Go ahead and call my name out
In one of ya songs
At this point in time I ain't
On some dissin' you back shit
I'm on some when I see you
I'mma pull out the gat shit
That ridin' through ya neighborhood
Squeezin' the mac shit
That hit you with the K while
You sit and relax shit fuck this rap shit
Cause you niggas can't compete with' me
Hit the streets with' me, I bet you
I got the heat with' me, nigga
Yeah, who got that heat bitch?
Smokey B got that heat too nigga
Anyone of you niggas run up
You gon' get done up
Nigga I put that on all nigga
I'm the next muthafucka in line
I'm 'bout to shut this shit down
Nigga, Finger Roll the coldest
Producer in Gary, indiana bitch
This the hottest shit out
I dare anyone of you niggas to say som'
I don't give a fuck who ya is nigga
I would say some names but half of
You niggas ain't even worth dissin'
Ya punk muthafuckas, y'all ain't shit
Smokey B back bitch
Mixtape volume 2
It's the illest nigga in the G
This ya boy Smokey B i'm back in this bitch
The CEO nigga no Tamin' Entertainment
We puttin' shit down on the map bitch
Go ahead spit that shit nigga
Tell these niggas you hard
As hell Freddie Gibbs (yeah, ugh, ugh)
Yo it's the Steel City stick up kid
And I'm totin' that heavy metal
I hustle block to block and
Push it in every ghetto
All of my songs bang, cop a disc and play dat
I got the hood soldiers like chiefs and arabs
The game gets shook
Wack rappers is terrified
Killin' all of my kids
This is lyrical genocide
I write a rap, spit a rap
And it ain't no sweat
Can't quit, I'm in too deep like, Omar Epps
They treat me like I killed Bishop
Cause I got mo' Juice
Than OJ in a bronco, lay it down pronto
I keep a bad bitch cause my cock is mean
I'm about to get ya girl
Looser than a slot machine cha ching
And I ain't even gotta trick no change
Spit no game, but I kicked yo' dame mane
My lyrics is blueprint for cash makin'
I do you greezy like fried
Bacon that's why you hatin', ugh
Yeah you niggas see Freddie Gibbs
Everyday in the streets
Talkin' 'bout how you gon' murk that nigga
Half you niggas ain't even
Got a muthafuckin' pistol
Talkin' 'bout you gon' kill a nigga
Man I wish I would catch one of you niggas
With' a pistol tryna kill my cousin nigga
On muthafuckin' and I will murk
One of you niggas i'm a muthafuckin' boy
I'm back in this bitch like Mase
The CEO muthafuckas let's go
I ain't scared of gettin' murked
Got my number you call then I'mma checkout
Before it's all over
I empty the fuckin' tec out
Them hollow point hydro shots will
Blow yo' chest out
Or hit you in the throat and blow
The back of yo' neck out
When there's beef I ain't the one
To sit in the crib
I'm outchea splittin' them wigs
Call me General Gibbs
Raise yo' hand and salute fo'
I aim and shoot
Knock you out yo' Timbaland boots
And murda ya troops
So which one of you niggas really
Want it? Let it be known
Go ahead and call my name out
In one of ya songs
At this point in time I ain't
On some dissin' you back shit
I'm on some when I see you
I'mma pull out the gat shit
That ridin' through ya neighborhood
Squeezin' the mac shit
That hit you with the K while
You sit and relax shit fuck this rap shit
Cause you niggas can't compete with' me
Hit the streets with' me, I bet you
I got the heat with' me, nigga
Yeah, who got that heat bitch?
Smokey B got that heat too nigga
Anyone of you niggas run up
You gon' get done up
Nigga I put that on all nigga
I'm the next muthafucka in line
I'm 'bout to shut this shit down
Nigga, Finger Roll the coldest
Producer in Gary, indiana bitch
This the hottest shit out
I dare anyone of you niggas to say som'
I don't give a fuck who ya is nigga
I would say some names but half of
You niggas ain't even worth dissin'
Ya punk muthafuckas, y'all ain't shit
Smokey B back bitch