Freddie Gibbs, Big Kill - Str8 Killa, No Filla lyrics

Five shots to the face, that'll do the trick
But I'll before I do you, bitch
For the 223 for the fuck
Niggas you moving with
And it feel like 'em when I'm on this
Robbing spree I hope yo crew agree
Snatching on these simple-ass niggas claim
They gon' murder something
Niggas been talking bout
Murkin' the Gangster
You hoes ain't murkin' nothing
To the street shit a nigga
Never been no stranger
Choppers? Keep a couple dozen
Never been the bird man
But I done robbed a couple of 'em
I get such a rush as I watch
'em beg for they fucking life
Reaper came down and hit the switch
And turned off your fucking lights
Bitches be like, "Don't talk to Freddie


That nigga crazy"
When I first jumped off the porch
Older niggas tried to play me, but I got
Big balls, big paws on a small puppy
Now I'm the big dog and you
Mutts ain't got nothing for me
Fresh out the guts, most niggas fear it
Few niggas love it
Just give me my motherfucking money
Cause all I got is

Straight killa, no filla no sipping for a ho
Ain't taking shit from no nigga
I came up in the fingers
With jackers and dro dealers
Sorry partner but I can't be rolling with ya
I gots to get my cheese

Been in the streets too long
Nigga I gotta shine
Yeah, I might hate doing wrong
But bitch I gotta grind
Daughter need shoes, my sons need clothes
Two baby mamas fussing
I ain't stunting these hoes
I'm slamming them Chevy do's
Blowing Kill behind the wheel
Gittin' mo' and sliding them
Boulders out the Bonneville
You say go hard, but his momma will
Jacked him for his package
Dropped his body off behind a mill
Big Kill! Bitch I'm known to pull a 211
Them Gary police are scared of that 187
I see 'em on me so I
Bend a couple corners then
San Antonio to Dayton, get back on the feds
Nigga got that straight drop
Hand block stay hot
Girls say he bout to test a nigga
Bitch I think not
45 sands leave you leaking out your tank top
Fuck with me I'm down to let them things pop
Cause I got that

Straight killa, no filla no sipping for a ho
Ain't taking shit from no nigga
I came up in the fingers
With jackers and dro dealers
Sorry partner but I can't be rolling with ya
I gots to get my cheese

Neckid bitch
White sheet on the stretcher bitch
Gone in sixty seconds bitch
Couple shots is all I left 'em with
Hit 'em for the muhfuckin weight but I got
My face sliced up by some mexicans
Muhfuckas bout they luda
Stab and shoot ya for them presidents
Cause ever since we was toddlers
We knew that we needed dollars
Tryna live off illegal product
Yeah the shit they don't teach in college
Most niggas don't need no products
These corners is all they know
My homie 16 and won't see
Daylight till he 64
That's just how we livin' though
With limited opportunity twisted of reefer
Parents and teachers could not
Get through to me
My nigga pimp was schoolin' me
Put me up on the game
Don't think with your dick
But make ya bitch keep yo dick on the brain
Since then I been on it mane
And ain't thought about lookin' back
When push come to shove you can't
Be no pushover pushin' packs
So bitch what you lookin' at? Keep
Them eyeballs to the floor
We robbin' these rappin' niggas for
Actin' like they ain't know
You fuckin' with a KILLA

Straight killa, no filla no sipping for a ho
Ain't taking shit from no nigga
I came up in the fingers
With jackers and dro dealers
Sorry partner but I can't be rolling with ya
I gots to get my cheese