Lyrics Freddie Gibbs

Freddie Gibbs

Womb 2 The Tomb

That's right

I told y'all we was bringin' that Midwestgangstaboxframecadillacmuzik to life today

Gangster Gibbs

(Sing that as a lullaby)

It's only the start

I'm rolling solo in my four door, got my speakers on bang

Trunk full of that {?} , finna go make a stain with that cocaine

I'm on my way to cop it, chop it, gotta get paper, bitch

Got your favorite shit and what you lace it with?

They hate the kid

Niggas thought they could phase the kid

Step back and appraise the kid

The neck is lit, this major shit

Niggas ain't do me no favors, bitch

Don't ask for none

And niggas that ain't my peeps shouldn't even think to speak

I pack them guns, they yap and run

You showed them my buzz?

I'll sweep your street

We taking and making that dough, nigga

Jacking and breaking them o's, nigga

Ask any motherfucker on my block

Ms. Watts ain't raise no hoes nigga

I keep a bitch on her toes, nigga

Freddie the one that she chose, nigga

My dough bigger, my flow sicker than most niggas

I show bitches that I ain't the one they be playing with

I'm 'bout my money, my paper, my cheddar, my bread

You hear me jap out on these beats

'Cause I'm in the streets, the streets is keeping me fed

These niggas 'll leave me for dead, if they get the chance

Come at my head to try to advance, but will I last?

Fuck yea-'cause I'm 'a blast, nigga

From the cradle to the grave, the womb to the tomb

I'm 'a get it, win or lose

I'm just out here making moves

From the womb to the tomb, to the cradle to the grave

'Til I check up out this bitch, I'm out this bitch

Getting paid

From the cradle to the grave, the womb to the tomb

I'm 'a get it, win or lose

I'm just out here making moves

From the womb to the tomb, to the cradle to the grave

'Til I check up out this bitch, I'm out this bitch

Getting paid

Ey, I can't be hospitable

If the shit ain't profitable

Send him to the hospital slow

Then we gon' let his children know

Can't go places that Pill 'll go

Might post up at the liquor store

Chop it down and distribute blow

Might get fresh and go pimp a hoe

I didn't know that's your sister, though

Look, stand under this mistletoe

Give that four-five, a kiss, you bitch

'Fore I let this trigger go

Cold-hearted for cash, a damn dummy for ducats

Sold the hardest of glass

My fam hungry, I'm bugging

Trucking, tucking, don't get stuck in shit

What is this?

The components of a fuck-you-upper, knuckle upper

Gutter nigga, throw the baking soda

Drop her proper

English for the slow guys, Bacon Double Whopper

I need more cheese and more fries

From the rocker to the doctor

Delivery room to the morgue

If you live by the sword

Take this chopper, go get guaped up

Or get killed trying for it

Take this chopper, go get guaped up

Or get killed trying for it

From the cradle to the grave, the womb to the tomb

I'm 'a get it, win or lose

I'm just out here making moves

From the womb to the tomb, to the cradle to the grave

'Til I check up out this bitch, I'm out this bitch

Getting paid

From the cradle to the grave, the womb to the tomb

I'm 'a get it, win or lose

I'm just out here making moves

From the womb to the tomb, to the cradle to the grave

'Til I check up out this bitch, I'm out this bitch

Getting paid

Yo, I done played niggas, made niggas

Come up off that yay, nigga

What you think you brave, nigga?

I'm 'a get down for my pay, nigga

Spray niggas, lay niggas out flat

"Will he live?"

"I doubt that"

Murder shit, I'm 'bout that

All the shit surrounding that

Got niggas with cases, tears on faces

Snitches conversating down at the station

I smell bacon, so I'm laying low

Still gotta get that paper, yo

Pimp a bitch, break a hoe

'Til I come up on that major dough

I could come up on some major blow

Been in the Bay with that major weed

Played the field, with major pills

The shit that I got give niggas the chills

This is the way that I live for real

Young and trill

I brung the steel against they will

My lungs is filled with Cali kill

I got that yac so crack the seal

I stack them bill to half a mill

Praying I never go broke again

Got money-making methods

And they respect it, whether they folks or (fed?)

Refuse to lose and hope to win

Strictly getting paid

From the womb to the tomb

From the cradle to the grave

From the cradle to the grave, the womb to the tomb

I'm 'a get it, win or lose

I'm just out here making moves

From the womb to the tomb, to the cradle to the grave

'Til I check up out this bitch, I'm out this bitch

Getting paid

From the cradle to the grave, the womb to the tomb

I'm 'a get it, win or lose

I'm just out here making moves

From the womb to the tomb, to the cradle to the grave

'Til I check up out this bitch, I'm out this bitch

Getting paid