[Hook: 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
[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
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[Verse 2: Scrilla] You don't wanna see me with that sack low My name ain't Jody, but I'm coming through your back door In all black, no mask, with a .45 And if this pussy buck a lick, then it's homicide I'm from Zone 4 Atlanta, where these killers ride Snatch a nigga out the car and take a nigga pride And if we beefing in these streets, ain't nowhere you can hide We kill a nigga, dump his body on 285 I'm getting tired of all these fuck niggas running around Talking all that tough shit Like you've been there and you've sold that But in real life you don't run shit My homie called me with a big lick 10,000 pills, about 10 bricks I'm walking in with that big stick Gonna lay it down with that dope dick
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