Quick 2 Back Down Freestyle
Ugh, yeah, ugh freddie gangsta Gibbs
Ugh, Gary, Indiana's finest
Man, lotta y'all rappers better be
Quick to back down ugh
Man, Finger Roll I'm 'bout to kill it man
I'm about to kill this beat man
Here we go, ugh, yeah
You want it come get it, ugh, yo
Anybody that wants some gets some
I am rap royalty and this is my kingdom
Indiana, man the whole Midwest is mine
I pack a vest and a nine
So the rest is dyin' the rest is lyin'
Talkin' 'bout they street credibility
I represent the hoods so the
Whole hood feelin' me
And if they don't they paralyzed till death
And it there's any left
I'mma terrorize the rest
You dudes get ludicrous, act a fool
Cross me and you get smoked
Like a pack of kools
I'm real and I ain't got no deal
But I'm the only all-star from
Indiana like Jermaine O'Neal
Man don't cross my squad
You mess with' Finger Roll or Rod and
You get found dead in your garage
It's Freddie Gibbs the God
The Indiana playmaker
Gettin' on with' lyrical left
Hooks and haymakers i borrow yo' ear like
But this year y'all cats
Gon' feel more Gibbs
Gettin' straight to the source
You know what I mean? My guns double XL
I murder dog like the magazine
And you can take it how ya wanna take it
But I'm ready for hard labor like
A chick when her water breakin'
I'm unemployed so I'm bumpin' them raps
I make my money on the block
Buck punching a clock
I'd rather punch you for ya watch, ya chain
Ya wallet
My flow is like Ashford and Simpson
Rock solid
I sold dope outta my dorm room in college
I slung weight at Ball State
I'm comin' off the top of my dome
I drop knowledge
Plus I got them guns if you wanna get brolic
My dudes got them bullets that
Be rippin' up vests
Puttin' holes in yo' throwback
Mitchell & Ness freddie Gibbs is the illest
I be spittin' the best
And I ain't got no competition
Cause I'm killin' the rest
And I'mma keep spittin' flows 'till
They put me to death
Won't stop if the cops put me under arrest
I'm white t-shirt Nike'n it, got green
Lightin' it in the 'lac, bumpin' Jigga
Hard knock life'n it
You got som' to say, shut ya trap
Homie wait until I finish my rap
Okay I'm done, go 'head nigga
Ugh, yeah, dude go 'head
Say whatchu gotta say now homie
Yeah, it's No Tamin' eh, ugh, Heavyweights
Yeah, ugh, ugh, yeah holla at my family man
Ugh, Lil Rod, Finger Roll
Seesaw, Smokey, E-Viscious, reese
Ugh, yeah No Tamin'
Who'd ya state? Heavyweights ugh
Ether, yeah ugh, Big Sneets holla at ya boy
D, Tay ugh Indiana's in the, ugh, building
Curly G I ain't forgot you dog yeah, yeah
Ugh, Freddie Gibbs ugh, yeah
Go get the album