FMJ #2 Intro
(专辑: Full Metal Jackit: The Mixtape Volume II - 2004)
[Smokey B
(Freddie Gibbs):] Yeah bitch, it's ya boy Freddie Gibbs Mixtape volume 2
It's the
illest nigga in the G
This ya boy Smokey B
I'm back in this bitch The
CEO nigga No Taming Entertainment We putting shit down on the
map bitch Go ahead spit that shit nigga Tell these niggas you hard as hell Freddie Gibbs (yeah, ugh, ugh) [Freddie Gibbs:] Yo it's the
Steel City stick up kid and I'm toting that heavy metal I
hustle block to block and push it in every ghetto All of my songs bang, cop a
disc and play dat I
got the
hood soldiers like chiefs and arabs The
game gets shook, wack rappers is terrified Killing all of my kids, this is lyrical genocide I
write a
rap, spit a
rap, and it ain't no sweat Can't quit, I'm in too deep like, Omar Epps They treat me like I
killed Bishop cause I
got mo' Juice Than OJ in a
bronco, lay it down pronto I
keep a
bad bitch cause my cock is mean I'm about to get ya girl looser than a
slot machine Cha-ching, and I
ain't even gotta trick no change Spit no game, but I
kicked yo' dame mane My lyrics is blueprint for cash making I
do you greezy like fried bacon that's why you hating, ugh [Smokey B:] Yeah you niggas see Freddie Gibbs everyday in the
streets Talking 'bout how you gon' murk that nigga Half you niggas ain't even got a
muthafucking pistol Talking 'bout you gon' kill a
nigga Man I
wish I
would catch one of you niggas with' a
pistol tryna kill my cousin nigga On muthafucking [?] and I
will murk one of you niggas I'm a
muthafucking [?] boy I'm back in this bitch like Mase, the
CEO muthafuckas Let's go [Freddie Gibbs:] I
ain't scared of getting murked Got my number you call then I'mma checkout Before it's all over, I
empty the
fucking tec out Them hollow point hydro shots will blow yo' chest out Or hit you in the
throat and blow the
back of yo' neck out When there's beef I
ain't the
one to sit in the
crib I'm outchea splitting them wigs, call me General Gibbs Raise yo' hand and salute fo' I
aim and shoot Knock you out yo' Timbaland boots and murda ya troops So which one of you niggas really want it? Let it be known Go ahead and call my name out in one of ya songs At this point in time I
ain't on some dissing you back shit I'm on some when I
see you I'mma pull out the
gat shit That riding through ya neighborhood squeezing the
mac shit That hit you with the K
while you sit and relax shit Fuck this rap shit, cause you niggas can't compete with' me Hit the
streets with' me, I
bet you I
got the
heat with' me, nigga [Smokey B:] Yeah, who got that heat bitch? Smokey B
got that heat too nigga Anyone of you niggas run up you gon' get done up Nigga I
put that on all nigga I'm the
next muthafucka in line I'm 'bout to shut this shit down Nigga, Finger Roll the
coldest producer in Gary, Indiana bitch This the
hottest shit out, I
dare anyone of you niggas to say som' I
don't give a
fuck who ya is nigga I
would say some names but half of you niggas ain't even worth dissing Ya punk muthafuckas, y'all ain't shit Smokey B
back bitch