Str8 Killa No Filla Freddie Gibbs (Ft. Big Kill)

[Verse 1: Freddie Gibbs]
Five shots to the face, that'll do the trick
Better cup my balls, then fuckin' wait before I do you, bitch
Spread a round quart for the 223 for the fuck niggas you moving with
And it feel like 'em when I'm on this robbing spree I hope yo crew agree
Snatching on these simp-ass niggas claim they gon' murder something
Niggas been talking bout murkin' the Gangster, you hoes ain't murkin' nothing
To the street shit a nigga never been no stranger, choppers? Keep a couple dozen
Never been a bird man, but I done robbed a couple of 'em
I get such a rush as I watch 'em beg for they fucking life
Reaper came down and hit the switch and turned off your fucking lights
Bitches be like, "Don't talk to Freddie, that nigga crazy"
When I first jumped off the porch older niggas tried to play me, but I got
Big balls, big paws on a small puppy
Now I'm the big dog and you mutts ain't got nothing for me
Fresh out the guts, most niggas fear it, few niggas love it
Just give me my motherfucking money
Cause all I got is...

[Hook]
Straight killa, no filla
No simpin' for a ho
Ain't taking shit from no nigga
I came up with the bangers, the jackers and dope dealers
Sorry partner but I can't be rolling with ya
I gots to get my cheese...