Walk Light Freddie Gibbs (Ft. Hit & Insanity)

[Intro: Hit and Freddie Gibbs]
Chyea, nigga (Yeah)
Yeah, motherfuckers know what I'm on, nigga
I mean niggas out here sayin' they at me and shit, you know what i'm sayin'?
It's Gibbs, nigga, I'm right here, motherfucker
Fuck with me (Yeah, twisted, sick, demented shit)
Y'all leave me no choice, motherfucker, you know what I mean?

[Verse 1: Freddie Gibbs]
I'm on the verge of some twisted, sick, demented shit
I'ma let my clip run in yo shit and tie up you and yo bitch
Control the room with the Carbon 15, so what you mean?
Guarantee them bitch niggas on yo team don't intervene
They should tell you 'bout my heat game
Deep in the streets, mane
Threw them dirty burners in the bushes when Police came
MAC-11 in the '87 Bonneville
Keep a heater near me while I'm working the wheel, still
I'm down to get into some murderous shit
Let's hit them niggas who be woofin' 'bout that work on the strip
If death's a woman then I'm not afraid to flirt with the bitch
I got that AK-47 with reversible clips
Shape 'em up, flip 'em over, let the gunshots rain
Go get yo folks, I ain't worried 'bout a goddamn thang
Fuck fakin', ain't no reason to stunt
I'm from that area where niggas eat murder cases for lunch
G.I., motherfucker!