2 Gangsta Freddie Gibbs

[Intro: Freddie Gibbs]
All my gangstas hit the flo'
For some gangsta music

They don't really wanna test my gangsta
They don't really wanna test my gangsta
Nah, I don't think they wanna test my gangsta (oh)
I don't think they wanna test our gangsta (oh)
I don't think they wanna test my gangsta (oh)
Nah, they don't (oh)

[Verse 1: Freddie Gibbs]
They say this boy too gangsta for the radio
But I'm such a hot commodity, I bet your favorite station still play me though
Because I spit well, I need to stop, drop, and roll
I'm a man on fire like Denzel
All hail, this young cat, rap, I run that
Hustle hard, i done that, makin' my funds stacks
Stay away from dumb cats, they get you stung black
You gon' wonder where yo' lungs at when that *scratch* clap
If it's wack, I don't bump that
I like that gangsta music, and I'm tired of all this bubblegum rap
Cause ain't nothin' fake about how I'm livin', homie I'm real wit' it
You don't like the way that I'm spittin'? Then come and deal wit' it
Chill wit' it, you better keep yo' cool
Please don't be nobody's fool cause I keep my tool
I ain't quite like them other guys
If you ain't feelin' what I'm sayin' then you gotta be dumb, deaf, or paralyzed