Freddie Gibbs
What It be Like
[Verse 1: Freddie Gibbs]
You can take it how you wanna take it homie
Yeah, you hear the record spinnin'
So you know I'm gettin' money
Got a spot, can't another n***a come and take it from me
Now you on the sideline, fucked up, lookin' funny
And I'm flossin' in the 68' oldsmo'
Attractin' hella booty, blowin' fruity with yo' hoes
You wanna be like me but you ain't making that dough fold
I got some dealers that'll hit you up for that rose gold
I'm fresh up outta Indiana n***a
Gary to be exact
Got my ticket with this rappin' threw Gary up on my back
I'm in business with them n***a that keep a clip in the gat
Ds on the lac
Catch you in the kitchen whippin' the crack
I'ma come up on some swishas and twist up anotha sack
Got your girl leavin' wit her, she wonderin' where she at
What she said up in the Jag, if she let a n***a stab
But if not I put that bitch in the cab
I'll see ya later babe

[Chorus]
All my thug ass n***a, 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 n***a, what it be like
All my West coast n***a, what it be like
All my dirty South n***a, what it be like
All my Midwest n***a, what it be like
[Verse 2]
Verse two
Say n***a 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 n***a 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 n***as
But I never sweat 'em
Real n***as 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 n***as
Dog ass hoes
Y'all can keep on hatin' and Fakin, We gettin dough
The G's at my show
They rush the front row
Throw they sets in the air
Let a mothafucka know
[Chorus]
All my Vice Lord n***a, what it be like
All my G.D. n***a, what it be like
All my Black Stone n***a, what it be like
All my Renegade n***a, what it be like
All my Latin King n***a, what it be like
All my Crip gang n***a, what it C like
All my Blood gang n***a, what it B like
We all the same gang n***a, what it be like