freddie gibbs – str8 killa lyrics
[verse 1: freddie gibbs]
five shots to the face, that’ll do the trick
but i’ll [?] before i do you, b-tch
[?] for the 223 for the f-ck n-gg-s you moving with
and it feel like ’em when i’m on this robbing spree [?]
sn-tching on these simple–ss n-gg-s claim they gon’ murder something
n-gg-s been talking bout murkin’ the gangster, you hoes ain’t murkin’
nothing
to the street sh-t a n-gg- 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 f-cking life
reaper came down and hit the switch and turned off your f-cking lights
b-tches be like, “don’t talk to freddie, that n-gg- crazy”
when i first jumped off the porch older n-gg-s tried to play me, but i got
big b-lls, 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 n-gg-s fear it, few n-gg-s love it
just give me my motherf-cking money
cause all i got is…
[hook:]
straight killa, no filla
no sipping for a ho
ain’t taking sh-t from no n-gg-
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…
[verse 2: big kill]
been in the streets too long, n-gg- i gotta shine
yeah, i might hate doing wrong but b-tch 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
lord 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! b-tch i’m known to pull a 211
them gary police are scared of that 187
i see ’em on me so i [?]
san antonio to dayton, get back on the feds
n-gg- got that straight drop, hand block stay hot
girls say he bought to flesh a n-gg-, b-tch i think not
.45 sands [?] leave you leaking out your tank top
f-ck with me i’m down to let them things pop
cause i got that…
[hook:]
straight killa, no filla
no sipping for a ho
ain’t taking sh-t from no n-gg-
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…
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