Str8 Killa No Filla

Verse 1 [Freddie Gibbs] 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... [Hook] 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... Verse 2 [Big Kill] 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... [Hook] 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... [Verse 2: Freddie Gibbs] 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 [Hook] 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...