Freddie Gibbs - GIBBS lyrics

DJ turn me up in the headphones a little bit
Aight, lettin' niggas know who it is, nigga
No Tamin' run it to 'em this how we do it

I'm gettin' tired of these
Naysayers, playa haters, and imitators
I'm blessed by the creator
I'm a fucking innovator
Niggas wanna see me heated
They nothin' but instigators
I just keep my temper down
As cool as refridgerators
Hear me know or hear me later
But sooner or later
You gon' have to deal with' me
Homie keep it real with' me
Do you want to battle rap?
Or do you want me to clap you?
With the bullets or the lyrics
I can handicap you
Leave you permanently leanin' like
The tower of Pisa you a cookie
Your heart sweeter than Mother Theresa
You should get down on yo' knees
And have a talk with' Jesus
And pray to God you don't
Bump heads with' Caesar
The black one, ready for action
Don't get me confused with other rappers
I am not the wack one
I don't rap for the platinum
I'm just tryna get my family outta
The hood like Joseph Jackson
Now I got a little fame
It's hard to shake dames
I fuck these bitches and
Never remember their name
I'm the incredible, heterosexual
Lyric professional i flow perpetual
Turnin' these rappers into vegetables

And if you thinkin' you
Better then think again
Cause I'm sicker with these
Similes, nouns, verbs, and synonyms
If you ain't feelin' Gibbs
Then you ain't feelin' rap
You ain't ever felt real hip hop
You feelin' dat?

It's Freddie G to the izz-I, B to the bizzy
S, oh yes the best rapper from the Gizzy
Ugh, yo what's my name homie?
Freddie Gangsta Gibbs nigga yeah
Bring it back
It's Freddie G to the izz-I, B to the bizzy
S, oh yes the best rapper from the Gizzy
(nigga) yo what's my name homie?
Freddie Gangsta Gibbs nigga
(ugh, yeah let's do it)

Verse 2, time to show these muthafuckas
What I'm made of
And give the industry somethin'
That they afraid of
I got credibility, all my dudes is paid up
All you aspiring rap artists
Getcha weight up
Y'all niggas spittin' elementary rhymes
Sellin' dope and wastin' yo'
Money on studio time
When I take a look at my
City it brings me to laughter
Cause every other nigga that I
Meet is a rapper
Tryna get my money for his music
Say he got skill
But the nigga can't prove it
Seems like lyricism is long gone
Niggas scared for feature me
On their shit cause
I kill them on they own song
These other rappers don't write like me
So there'll never be an MC quite like me
And he can say that he's the
Hottest rapper out of the G
But you can be your bottom dollar
He ain't hotter than me
Now I got a little rank
Yo' career about to sank keep hatin'
I'mma be laughin' all the way
To the bank haha i'm 'bout to make it I'm
Stripping the game naked
And you say you want the title? well
Homie step up and take it

Woah, you still thinkin' you
Better? well think again
Cause I'm sicker with these
Similes, nouns, verbs, and synonyms
If you ain't feelin' Gibbs
Then you ain't feelin' rap
You ain't ever felt real hip hop
You feelin' dat? nigga

It's Freddie G to the izz-I, B to the bizzy
S, oh yes the best rapper from the Gizzy
Ugh, yo what's my name homie?
Freddie Gangsta Gibbs nigga yeah
Bring it back
It's Freddie G to the izz-I, B to the bizzy
S, oh yes the best rapper from the Gizzy
(nigga) yo what's my name homie?
Freddie Gangsta Gibbs nigga
(ugh, let's do it)

Yeah, y'all know who it is
Freddie Gibbs nigga
Full Metal Jackit Volume 2 niggas
You know what I'm sayin'?
It's that nigga John Doe aka DJ
For y'all niggas that don't muthafuckin'
Know this No Tamin' nigga holla at me