Let ’Em Burn Freddie Gibbs
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[Intro]
Burn motherfucker burn (CTE)
Burn motherfucker burn (Gibbs baby)
Burn motherfucker burn
[Bridge]
I'm made, the shit you motherfucker can't fade
I'm made, the shit you motherfucker can't fade
I'm made, the shit you motherfucker can't fade
[Verse 1]
Jumped up off the porch and threw my nuts down in these streets, dog
Can't lean on my daddy, told my family I'm gon' feed y'all
Bitch niggas can't stand me cause I won't live on my knees, dog
Swear they gonna get at me, I'm in your hood
Bitch, I don't see y'all
Gangsta Gibbs from gangsta island, nothing but money piling
To the ceiling is all I'm feeling and all I think about
It's crazy how these controlled substances got us busting shit
I can't control my life, it's in sole control of the government
Across the nation it's plenty niggas in litigation
Snitches cut your throat to cut time and soften their situations
Serving hard or soft you know me I'm dead with them demonstrations
Haters can't contest us, K-Y-S I can feel your frustrations
Yes some niggas tried to murk me
Guess those bullets wasn't meant for me
I'mma catch they ass and burn 'em, no you suckas get no sympathy
A menace to my city, I forever live in infamy
And I know your so-called history's a mystery
I'm about to let 'em burn
Burn motherfucker burn (CTE)
Burn motherfucker burn (Gibbs baby)
Burn motherfucker burn
[Bridge]
I'm made, the shit you motherfucker can't fade
I'm made, the shit you motherfucker can't fade
I'm made, the shit you motherfucker can't fade
[Verse 1]
Jumped up off the porch and threw my nuts down in these streets, dog
Can't lean on my daddy, told my family I'm gon' feed y'all
Bitch niggas can't stand me cause I won't live on my knees, dog
Swear they gonna get at me, I'm in your hood
Bitch, I don't see y'all
Gangsta Gibbs from gangsta island, nothing but money piling
To the ceiling is all I'm feeling and all I think about
It's crazy how these controlled substances got us busting shit
I can't control my life, it's in sole control of the government
Across the nation it's plenty niggas in litigation
Snitches cut your throat to cut time and soften their situations
Serving hard or soft you know me I'm dead with them demonstrations
Haters can't contest us, K-Y-S I can feel your frustrations
Yes some niggas tried to murk me
Guess those bullets wasn't meant for me
I'mma catch they ass and burn 'em, no you suckas get no sympathy
A menace to my city, I forever live in infamy
And I know your so-called history's a mystery
I'm about to let 'em burn
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