freddie gibbs & statik selektah – affiliated lyrics
[verse 1: freddie gibbs]
n-ggas know what i’m affiliated with
i’m quick to bust a move
and bust yo’ windows for this paper b-tch
n-ggas get all off gibbs
they don’t wanna get into this gangsta sh-t
fryin’ yo’ -ss in front of yo’ family yo that’s my favorite
sh-t to do to n-ggas
bet you runnin’ through these n-ggas
like a pack of condoms
sick just like a p-ssed the flu to n-ggas
i was diplomatic
but this sh-t was gettin’ through to n-ggas
the way these f-ggots be acting
make me just wanna shoot at n-ggas
go back to my roots on n-ggas
a sk and a shadeball
leave your crib one day without choppers you gon’ be dead dog
burn some n-ggas off and then paid the cost over bread dog
busta came in asked for some credit
but i’m like “h-ll naw'”
if i was jimmy henchman
i would have been left the country
f-ck the snitches and p-ssy polices
them n-ggas monkeys
ten pounds of kush and a set of speakers
that sh-t was funky
i just needed drugs
i’m a plug wrapping this sh-t before me
[verse 2: reks]
spazzmatic cabbage cranium cl-ssic
deliver b-st-rd bars
freddie and statik
pushing the pad
pinnacle general as if
i be as mad and can fill syllables
in lyrical paragraphs
or scribbling battle raps
or story verses
they gon’ need he-rs-s
undertaker mother nature
you be one with makers
son to say your p-ssion
haysoos(jesus) sip great goose
henny yeah reminisce
r-e-k-s genesis
the revolution’s evolution
till revelation
you made your bed with satan
game is full of h-lla hatin’
i’m baking a book of statements
for real mc’s
to k!ll the likes of
little b’s
enemies
turn to mini me’s
lord of gary
r and freddie k!llin’ beats
pinnacle of [?]
to the owens
[?]
i’m omens to all men
poker table all in
get to know the label
yall’ showin’ off
we the spokemen
[verse 3: push!]
lights camera action!
it’s the main attraction
nothing like the rest of these f-ggots
the bullsh-t on the radio
heard by m-sses
i’m mj with a team full of kerrs and paxtons
squad of shooters
with black rugers
baby mama wallin’
true to the stash looters
you can ask around
know push keep it the truest
looking at the american version of [?]
[?] n-gga f-ck it i do this
need to come holler at your boy
and get some [?]
might see me with thirty grand in front of hipsters
but i’m knee deep in the street
don’t get me mixed up
i’m dirty it’s best to be cool fam
sh-t, i’m tim taylor with the tool man
play wilson and i peek over the gate
soon as i see your brow
squeeze it in your face
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