F.A.M.E.

[Intro x4] Kill, kill, kill Murder, murder, murder [Verse 1: Freddie Gibbs] Fully auto, my only motto, forever thugging Chevy on 6s, them Forgiatos ain't ever scrubbing Watch honeys run through 100 bottles like it was nothing We leave the club with two foreign models, her and her cousin Niggas say that we the brand new thug life Washing dirty money with this mic, I wish it was right Tell a song, sipping Perignon, fuck a Bud Light Tony said the world is yours, only if you plug right My God, when they bury me, pray my casket be solid gold Funeral packed with a separate section for all my hoes Most niggas choose it and lose it quickly, but I was chose Cook it and sell it, my mama smell it up in my clothes Betyour favorite rapper get extorted for his paycheck Mask on my skull, they ain't identify my face yet We sticking suckers up, I hope they sticking to the cheddar You pussy niggas might be rich but you ain't rich forever [Hook: Freddie Gibbs] And he can go hard, but I'ma go the hardest Thugging from the start, don't get a nigga started Came up in the realest, I know the streets starving You know we with the business, my niggas go retarded When we ride When we ride on our enemies Never hide from our enemies 'Til we ride our enemies Fully loaded .45 on my enemies [Verse 2: Daz Dillinger] I go, ha-ha-hard up on you motherfuckers Immediately cock it back and spray one of you fucking suckers You off-brand niggas get down with the punishment It’s D-P-G, Dogg Pound, so who you want it with Them gangbang niggas is active, capping shit in the active With them old-school Tommy gun extended clip I ride around the city in expensive whips Should've known that them gangster niggas don’t trip Flag swinging, me and Deep nigga, yeah we gangbanging Bringing down the ashes if you niggas flaming Aim for your dome, head shots, slug shots Police put me throughout, 2-1 on my mugshot Crazy-ass niggas, yeah we insane Put the pistol in your mouth, blow out your brain Bail out on eight million dollar bond Soon as I hit the streets, nigga, it’s back on [Hook: Freddie Gibbs] [Verse 3: Spice 1] When I finger fuck my .45 I hit a nigga right between his eyes Pull out the heat, make him dance, and do the dougie Before I blow the back of his shit out, it can get ugly Yes, y'all, I put his cherry pie on the wall When I ride on my enemies, niggas know it’s uncut and raw Mr. Bossalini, you can try to stand guard But niggas like me be going Taliban hard I spit grenades and piss bullets Eat a bitch nigga for breakfast when I aim and pull it Doing wonders for this bread, I Pillsbury these motherfuckers When his doughboy die with the heat, I carry in my clutches I’m a natural born rider, like my nigga Freddie Gibbs Steady going hard and riding with steady clips I been thugging from the beginning, you niggas soft as linen I wear my black Jordans to match with my MAC-10 [Hook: Freddie Gibbs]