Freddie Gibbs - Freddie Soprano Lyrics
[Verse 1]Shittin’ on niggas, my raps is laxativeGood killer dope in my bloodstream, that’s just how I liveGood killer dope in my bloodstream, that’s just how I’m shinin’Before I’d go pounds of kush and powder, that’s all I’m buyin’Started below mother*****in’ zeroFirst check that I got from rap, manI raised my neck and chopped a kiloSince then I ain’t been back, man, straight transactions with my niggasFew times your boy fell offBut I jumped right back on with the quicknessFreddie with it… Freddie Maclean, yippee ki-yay mother*****ersI yelled out “Chichi, get that heron and that yay, mother*****er!”We down to ***** the world ’til it’s overI’m only halfway through my movie, ready to blow with SosaWhere my toaster? I’ve got the breakfast for these niggas*****es, Strudel their noodlesSnatch their hearts out like a Pop TartYou’re losing, we’re moving through youI’m the smoothest nigga doin’ this from LA to PhillyI feel like Kobe doin’ work, I might just tear my AchillesIf I don’t take a load off they gotta get this blow offBustas thought I would show up with this doughTold ‘em “knock the store off”Renovate these niggas’ houses over quarters and ouncesI copped that Polo sellin’ dolo, never had no allowanceThat’s on my mama, my mama know itSome months electric, gas and water – we couldn’t afford itI’m soda whipping, Yoda stretching, hot water boiling***** the police, ’cause if they catch us, straight to the toiletsAnd all my gangsta niggas know it…[Hook]Nigga, test me, I’ll send my some bullets with my replyI’m straight for life, all I gotta do is stay black or dieI’m straight for life, all I gotta do is stay black or dieI’m straight for life, all I gotta do is stay black or dieA nigga diss me, I’ll send my some bullets with my replyI’m straight for life, all I gotta do is stay black or dieI’m straight for life, all I gotta do is stay black or dieI’m straight for life, all I gotta do is stay black or die[Verse 2]Droppin’ this pill and lifting a cup of dopeMan, just take a breather – rappers is having seizures and strokesYeah, that type of shit make niggas sit back and stick to the smokeNigga dead before his thirties on overdose, ain’t no jokeI ain’t one for stacking, on my habitsI brush my teeth with Hennessy, sleep with my automaticMy nigga hit my line, he ’bout to touch down with that packageI know the whole house is funky when they rip the packageEverlasting, headed for Hell or the jail cellWon’t be a monkey for them crackers like I’m LLSo ***** a Cool J cookie, it’s shrimp and lobster tailI’ve got these dykes that’ll throw a bike out in LauderdaleAll is well when I bailWorkin’ that scale through the day and the nightThis V & L that I throw up don’t stand for “Vampire Life”So sorry Mr. Jones, this single finger’ll get you goneShout out to the Lords, shout out to the folks, word to the StonesJust don’t ***** with a nigga’s dossier fileA real OG, I ain’t start bangin’ at 25Exotic taste, got exotic *****es and exotic bridesYou just a neutron nigga, you work a 9-5 – a 9-5Got my college girl to take a tripNow she think she a gangster *****Said I’m the coldest nigga to spit this gangster shit since…Niggas can’t go like Freddie Soprano, that’s on the mob, G…broke me off, these creditors be trapping for lots of jobs,But it’s cool, niggaGot my own bank, can’t feed me with your spoon, niggaGet your paper, I’ll lick upon this plate of food, niggaThe real realest nigga anywayWay back I kept that strap wil Lil’ Rob in his InfiniteTold me if I tried this rap, I’d be a legend ‘fore I finishGangster G, now what’s the mother*****in’ business?Nigga, he told me if I tried this rap, I’d be a legend ‘fore I finishGangster G, now what’s the mother*****in’ business?Nigga, we hit ‘em up…[Hook]
