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Track: 1995
Artist: Freddie Gibbs
Album: Alfredo 2

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Name: Freddie Gibbs
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American rapper born in Gary, Indiana. He now lives and operates mostly in Los Angeles, California.

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Release: Freddie Gibbs & The Alchemist* - 1995
Year: 2025
Genres: Hip Hop

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LYRICS

It's 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 riding overpasses
Nothing in your catalogue classic, you shaqting like Thanasis
Godfather Kane, I turned these sons to bastards
Belt to ass like Joseph Jackson
No relaxin', wrapping niggas in plastic

Yeah
It's alright if they wanna start that shit, yeah
Yeah
It's alright, 'cause I'ma talk my shit, yeah
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 lethal
Plucking the feathers off this eagle, when I chef it
Got that girl and stripped her naked
Put that bitch right back together
Make that ho come back with extra
I'm the Barksdale of my section
Nah, I'm the Marlowe of my section
Bitch, my history ain't no mystery
Boy, your bars is under question, under review, nothing new
Another crew of Freddie clones
I put more niggas on this field than Jerry Jones
Leave that man alone, yeah

Yeah, yeah
It's alright if they wanna talk that shit, yeah
Yeah, yeah
I heard that nigga'll never walk right, bitch, yeah
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 was gravy, the DeVille was all white, yeah
We smash like mashed potatoes, tax evaders
Shout my brother, Hanni, I just made like 1.5 in Asia
Yeah

Man, this shit crazy how a nigga done went from nick rocks to wet whip
Gen Pop to Netflix, yeah
I was in the cell, making up a set list, 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 selling reggie in a box Chevy on spinners, bitch
Got a Dope Boy Certificate
I'm from the East Side Crime Syndicate, straight thugged out
You a cartoon, thug-nificent, 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 tricking on every Ruby 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

Oh
Freddie Kane, why you do 'em so cold?
I said no
Freddie Kane, why you do 'em so cold?

Yeah, this the way God planned it
Bitch, understand it, we don't die
We multiply just like rabbits, you shaqting like Thanasis
With the fetti thick like molasses, I'm out here stacking cabbage
Bitch, I'm coming right at you, put on your 3-D glasses, uh

No Ticketmaster, we ain't giving 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 is on my sack, I've really been plotting 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 getting mentioned
Knock a nigga off with this bulldog, fuck switches and extensions
Send a salmon back in your fanny pack, ho, you sleeping with the fishes
Piss on you bitches

Oh
Freddie Kane, why you do 'em so cold?
I said no
Freddie Kane, why you do 'em so cold?

Yeah, let's go
I'm back, bitch
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Yeah