Lyrics Freddie Gibbs

Freddie Gibbs

Murda On My Mind

I Woke up this morning with murder on my mind

My nigga boutta hit me with another throw away burner around 9

So I get up get back on my shit

Working off a pack never had no brick

17 homeboys up in the clip

Before I beg like a bitch I'm a hit me a lick

On everythang

Lay you on that stretcher man

Bust that thang or rest in flames when you disrespect the game

Can't do that don't sell cocaine

Cock that four fifth back and aim

Do my dirt all by my self

No witnesses to say my name

I'm fresh up out a city where most niggas broke

60% unemployment... why you think we sellin dope?

Lil kids walk around with that issue pistols you gotta tote

Don't get caught sleepin these G.I. streets'll leave you comatose

I got my gun you got your gun but will you bust your burner

Niggas pack heat but they don't really want that murder murder

I got my gun you got your gun but will you bust your burner

Niggas pack heat but they don't really want that murder murder

Aye bitch fuck with me what's up

I'm... not gonna let bitch niggas knock me off my grind

Off my Grind

Woke up this morning with murder on my mind

Nigga I'm knee deep in this beefin

Out here creepin and squeezin

Give a nigga one reason Ill leave niggas leakin

Aye bitch fuck with me what's up

I'm... not gonna let bitch niggas knock me off my grind

Off my grind

Woke up this morning with murder on my mind

Nigga I'm knee deep in this beefin

Out here creepin and squeezin

Give a nigga one reason Ill leave niggas leakin

Aye bitch fuck with me what's up

How many niggas can remember the

First time you had to ride out on your enemy

Ski mask over my skull to cover my identity

I'm a make these niggas bleed and vacate the vicinity

Bustin off that chopper my knocka

Never been no thang to me

You can add me up I'm straight 100 and its plain to see

Let's talk with heaters you can miss me with that fakery

These niggas really ain't the killers that they claim to be

Chillin on a back street loadin up the black piece

Bout to go and hit em with his execution

And don't get caught up in the middle

Cause the bullets gonna riddle

You can forget about a resolution

I'll send a nigga to his maker

Get away with the paper

And disapear into the night like a ghost

One false move and that's all she wrote

100 thousand niggas in this city

Over half them of them mutha fuckas probably comin at my throat

I pack my toast bust I my burner

Niggas pack heat but they don't really want that murder murder

Bitch one more time I said

I pack my toast I bust my burner

Niggas pack heat but they don't really want that murder murder

Hey bitch fuck with me what's up

I'm... not gonna let bitch niggas knock me off my grind

Off my Grind

Woke up this morning with murder on my mind

Nigga I'm knee deep in this beefin

Out here creepin and squeezin

Give a nigga one reason Ill leave niggas leakin

Aye bitch fuck with me what's up

I'm... not gonna let bitch niggas knock me off my grind

Off my grind

Woke up this morning with murder on my mind

Nigga I'm knee deep in this beefin

Out here creepin and squeezin

Give a nigga one reason Ill leave niggas leakin

Aye bitch fuck with me what's up