1995

Check (check)

Check check

This is the way God planned it

Ho, you can't stand it

We don't die, we multiply like rabbits

Ran back like an addict

Took the high road on niggas

I'm ridin' overpasses

Nothin' in your catalogue classic, you Shaqtin' like Thanasis

Godfather Kane, I turned these sons to bastards

Belt to ass like Joseph Jackson

No relaxin', wrappin' niggas in plastic

Yeah (if you don't start, no one'll finish)

It's alright if they wanna start that shit

Yeah

Yeah

It's alright, 'cause I'ma talk my shit

Yeah (it's perfectly alright with me)

Bitches Snake me

I'ma still be alright, yeah

Yeah, yeah, niggas hatin'

But I'm still gonna be out there slammin'

Had to come back for the sequel, ain't no equal

Riggs and Murtaugh, this shit is lethal

Pluckin' the feathers off this eagle, when I chef it

Got that girl and stripped her naked

Put that bitch right back together

Made that hoe come back with extra

I'm the Barks dale of my section (nah)

Nah, I'm the Marlo of my section

Bitch, my history ain't no mystery

Boy, your bars are under question, under review

Nothin' new, another crew of Freddie clones

I put more niggas on this field than Jerry Jones

Leave that man alone, yeah

(Know what I'm sayin', nigga? Boy)

(Leave that man alone)

Yeah, yeah

It's alright if they wanna talk that shit, yeah (got a sayin')

Yeah, yeah

I heard that nigga'll never walk right, bitch

Yeah, uh, yeah, uh

Bitches snake me, I'ma still be alright, yeah

Yeah, yeah

Niggas hatin', I'ma still be alright, yeah

Niggas hatin', I'ma still be alright, yeah

Seats were gravy, the DeVille was all white, yeah

We smash like mashed potatoes, tax evaders

Shout my brother HanniI

I just made like one-point-five in Asia

Yeah

Man, this shit is crazy

How a nigga done went from Nick Rocks to wet whip

Gen Pop to Netflix, yeah

I was in the cell makin' up a setlist for my next show

For my next lick

I was suicidal with a death wish, yeah, uh

If I flew her out, it was a sex trip

Now my baby mama 'bout to set trip

I don't give a shit

These niggas ain't with the shit

These niggas ain't livin' it

'03, I was in sellin' reggie in a box

Chevy on spinners, bitch

Got a dope boy certificate (certificate, yeah)

I'm from the East Side Crime Syndicate, straight thugged out

You a cartoon, Thugnificent

But I broke the mold

Made her crack the safe

Only time I broke the code

Nigga be twice as rich

If it wasn't for clothes, alcohol, and hoes, yeah

I want the dope, alcohol, and hoes

Gotta stop trickin' on every Rubi and Amber Rose, yeah

I'm still in my prime

I've seen these hoes get old

No shoulder left to cry on, ho, my shoulder's cold

It's what you chose, yeah (that's what you chose, bitch)

Ooh (hah, you knew the job was crooked)

Freddie Gibbs, why you do 'em so cold? (But you took it, yeah)

I said no (get ready for these niggas and these bitches)

Freddie Gibbs, why you do 'em so cold?

Yeah, this is the way God planned it, bitch, understand it

We don't die, we multiply, just like rabbits

You Shaqtin' like Thanasis

With the fetti thick like molasses

I'm out here stackin' cabbage

Bitch, I'm comin' right at you, put on your 3-D glasses, uh

No Ticketmaster, we ain't givin' passes

Buy all the front row tickets

To your show, and make that shit disastrous

Yeah (nigga)

Shoot up the front and get them bitches cancelled

Hold your whole career for ransom

Money call, you scared to answer, yeah

I know you niggas thought I was scared to answer back

These hip-hop cops are on my sack

I've really been plottin' on my attack

Niggas really don't want no smoke

They want that clout shit off the bat

Man, this rap beef shit is corny now

I'd rather not be attached

To none of these lame-ass niggas

You can't do another interview

Without the Kane Train gettin' mentioned

Knock a nigga off with this bulldog

Fuck switches and extensions

Send a salmon back in your fanny pack

Ho, you sleepin' with the fishes

Piss on you bitches

Oh

Freddie Gibbs, why you do 'em so cold?

I said, No

Freddie Gibbs, why you do 'em so cold?

Yeah, let's go nigga (why us?)

I'm back, bitch ('cause you two are the most qualified for the job)

50 in the clip, yeah

Why you do 'em so cold? (Yeah)