Freddie Gibbs - Full Metal Jacket Jump Off lyrics

Yo, before my grandfather died he told
Me: "if you ain't gon' shit
Get off the pipe" and I ain't know what he
Meant right then and there
But I guess he sayin': "you gon' do som'
Do it one hunnid percent or
Don't do nothin' at all"
When I was 19 I started doin' this rap
Shit and I be killin' it ever since
It's time to unload on y'all niggas
Yeah, uh i know y'all used it already, uh
But y'all didn't rip it like Freddie, uh
Yeah, Freddie gangsta
Here we go, Full Metal Jackit, here we go

Ayo, dipset, dipset, nah Freddie rips sets
Snatch jewels off your neck
Leave your clique wet
Y'all flow drive but my flow's is liquid
Let this fluid run in yo'
Veins and get addicted i'm a crook nigga
I smack niggas with' scraps
And crack niggas with' gats and
Jack niggas for tracks
You dudes talk shit, tryna mentally haze me
But those cheap shots never could phase me
They could never amaze me
Your bullshit never could move me
You gassed off gangsta flicks
You live in the movies
This nigga was talkin' shit until
I pulled my weapon shot him in the park
Now he's a playground legend
Ugh, that nigga Freddie Gibbs
Doin' boys ugly illest in the cheese
Other rappers can't touch me
You thinkin' otherwise
Go against some other guys
They don't wanna battle me
They stomach filled with' butterflies
You can't label my music as just "urban"
I touch a lot of people
Like I'm preachin' a sermon
Spittin' sick is a gift
I've been blessed by the lord
Been the illest since they snipped
My umbilical cord nigga

Yo, what the fuck is up man? (preach)
Gary, Indiana, Chi Town man (tell 'em som')
Y'all know better represent my boy Freddie
Gibbs spittin' that hot shit (let's go)
Come on

Yo, I'm the deal so a lot
Of labels wanna recruit me
I got rank in the game nigga
You should salute me
Stand at ease when I rap
It's a breeze when I rap you fat
You can barely fuckin' breathe when you rap
I ain't the biggest dude but my
Rhymes push a lot of weight
Go and do some exercise
Lyrically you outta shape
But on the other hand, I'm nicely built
So on or off the mic you might get killed
I swear to God you don't want no part of me
I spit that sick shit that clog yo' arteries
I have yo' ass gaspin', holdin' yo' chest
And leave yo' body in a
State of cardiac arrest woah
Rap for you is a waste of time
Ain't nobody gon' buy you like
That P-Miller clothing line
Or an album from No Limit
This is no gimmick
When I spit it's so prolific
I ain't worried about these local cats
I only listen to a lil' bit of local rap
Cause these cats try to diss
You behind ya back
But they really want you to rap
One of they tracks ha
Nah, I listen to a couple of dudes but fuck
Rap man I'd rather bump rhythm and blues
Like some Isley Brothers
Some Frankie Beverly
And Maze, a little Stevie Wonder
Or some Marvin Gaye
Ugh, you talkin' shit I ignore you chumps
No Tamin' and we ain't got
No love for punks
And you know that we be makin' them hit's
Finger Roll make the beat
I write the rhymes while I'm takin' a shit
Then I, hit the booth and I'm ready to spit
Freddie the shit, all the bitches on my dick
Cause I shine and they see me glow
Bitches wanna give me ass cause the
See me on the TV show
Man just wait until my album drop
I'ma have this whole city on lock
Cause my album's hot
And I know that y'all been waitin' a while
So I'mma hit you with this Full
Metal Jackit like Private Pyle, ugh

Yo, what the fuck is up
If you don't know what the fuck is
Up then back the fuck up
Full Metal Jackit blastin' at y'all
Niggas for the 2004
Freddie Gibbs, Finger Roll lacin' this shit
Holdin' it down
Puttin' ya voices on his that hot shit
Shit's hot man
But y'all go ahead and chillout man
I'mma go take a shit, holla at ya boy man
Freddie Gibbs, 2 double-O-4 ya lil bitch
Ugh, muthafucka