[Chorus: Freddie Gibbs]
Now nigga, you dont wanna see me when my sack low
I keep them killers at your front and at yo back door
Layed on a stretcher when its pressure, man we bust thangs
Cause in the streets I claim, you gotta let ya nuts hang
Now nigga, you dont wanna see me when my sack low
I keep them killers at your front and at yo back door
Layed on a stretcher when its pressure, man we bust thangs
Cause in the streets I claim, you gotta let ya nuts hang
[Verse 1: Freddie Gibbs]
Caught in the cycle, black American psychopathic
And I can't do right, nigga, doing wrong is my rite of passage
Straight in the street life, I'm trying to interact with the 'matics
One hundred baggies all wrapped in plastic, I'm living savage
It's hot in these damn streets, shot this nigga last week
Police on my last nerve, I'mma gon' make this last serve
And hit 65 South and get low than a bitch
You see me back in the g, then that means I'm back on my dick
Back on that bullshit, full clip, don't play with a full deck
Hope my pack ain't caught up, it ain't made it to my hood yet
Did some niggas dirty, and I can't wait for the day they burn me
Cause I showed them hoes no mercy, Lord forgive me, I was thirsty
[Chorus: Freddie Gibbs]
Now nigga, you dont wanna see me when my sack low
I keep them killers at your front and at yo back door
Layed on a stretcher when its pressure, man we bust thangs
Cause in the streets I claim, you gotta let ya nuts hang
Now nigga, you dont wanna see me when my sack low
I keep them killers at your front and at yo back door
Layed on a stretcher when its pressure, man we bust thangs
Cause in the streets I claim, you gotta let ya nuts hang
Now nigga, you dont wanna see me when my sack low
I keep them killers at your front and at yo back door
Layed on a stretcher when its pressure, man we bust thangs
Cause in the streets I claim, you gotta let ya nuts hang
Now nigga, you dont wanna see me when my sack low
I keep them killers at your front and at yo back door
Layed on a stretcher when its pressure, man we bust thangs
Cause in the streets I claim, you gotta let ya nuts hang
[Verse 1: Freddie Gibbs]
Caught in the cycle, black American psychopathic
And I can't do right, nigga, doing wrong is my rite of passage
Straight in the street life, I'm trying to interact with the 'matics
One hundred baggies all wrapped in plastic, I'm living savage
It's hot in these damn streets, shot this nigga last week
Police on my last nerve, I'mma gon' make this last serve
And hit 65 South and get low than a bitch
You see me back in the g, then that means I'm back on my dick
Back on that bullshit, full clip, don't play with a full deck
Hope my pack ain't caught up, it ain't made it to my hood yet
Did some niggas dirty, and I can't wait for the day they burn me
Cause I showed them hoes no mercy, Lord forgive me, I was thirsty
[Chorus: Freddie Gibbs]
Now nigga, you dont wanna see me when my sack low
I keep them killers at your front and at yo back door
Layed on a stretcher when its pressure, man we bust thangs
Cause in the streets I claim, you gotta let ya nuts hang
Now nigga, you dont wanna see me when my sack low
I keep them killers at your front and at yo back door
Layed on a stretcher when its pressure, man we bust thangs
Cause in the streets I claim, you gotta let ya nuts hang
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