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"What It Be Like" lyrics by FREDDIE GIBBS
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"What It Be Like"


[Verse 1: Freddie Gibbs]
You can take it how you wanna take it homie
Yea you hear the record spinnin'
So you know I'm gettin' money
Got a spot, can't another nigga come and take it from me
Now you wanna sideline, fucked up, lookin' funny
And I'm flossin' in the 68' oldsmols
Subtract another booty, blowin' fruity with yo' hoes
You wanna be like me but you making that no flow
I got some dealers that'll hit you up for that rose gold
I'm fresh up outta Indiana nigga
Gary to be exact
Got my ticket with this rappin' through Gary up on my back
I'm in business with them nigga that keep a clip in the gat
Knees on the lac
Catch you in the kitchen whippin the crack
I'm a come up on some swishas and twist up anotha sack
Got your girl leavin with her, she wonderin' where she at
What she said up in the Jag, if she let a nigga stab
But if not I put that bitch in the cab
I'll see ya later babe

[Hook: Freddie Gibbs]
All my thug ass nigga, what it be like
All my down ass hoes, what it be like
No I don't fuck around ho, what it be like
You know I bust down ho, what it be like
All my East coast nigga, what it be like
All my West coast nigga, what it be like
All my dirty South nigga, what it be like
All my Midwest nigga, what it be like

[Verse 2: Freddie Gibbs]
Verse 2
Say nigga what it be like
Wanna go to war with me you better get your G's right
I'm a bout to show 'em what these G.I. streets like
Broad day to midnight
Better keep your heat tight
2: 11 1-8-7 semi-automatic weapon
Make a nigga get to steppin'
I don't care what set he reppin'
Bustin' in my own discretion
Bout to teach that ass a lesson
I be getting threatened by these lame brain niggas
But I never sweat 'em
Real niggas show me love in the hood
I ain't never got problems cause I got plugs in the hood
You might see me politickin' with them thugs in the hood
That's the type of shit I does in the hood
Middle-finger to you bitch ass niggas
Dog ass hoes
Y'all can keep on hatin' and thinkin' we gettin dough
The G's at my show
They rush the front row
Throw they sets in the air
Let a mothafucka know

[Hook: Freddie Gibbs]
All my Vice Lord nigga, what it be like
All my G.D. nigga, what it be like
All my Black Stone nigga, what it be like
All my Renegade nigga, what it be like
All my Latin King nigga, what it be like
All my Crip gang nigga, what it C like
All my Blood gang nigga, what it B like
We all the same gang nigga, what it be like

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