Letra de The Big 2 - Freddie Gibbs

(There is nothing I wouldn't do for you)

(All that you want, I'll be all that you need)

Check, yeah

('Cause boy, you know you got me)

Cut, slice

(And I'll do anything)

Check it (Okay)

Yeah-yeah, so what you wanna do?

Bitch, it's only one Kane Train, but it's a bunch of yous (Yeah)

Never rolled stock, AC kept me on custom shoes (Skrrt)

Spit, piss and dookie on niggas, I'm takin' number twos (Bleugh)

All this talk about these threes and who's the biggest

I got Fours and Lords cliqued up with GDs like a coalition

Never cared about no rapper status, I stayed in position

But these bars will leave some scars across your heart, boy I'm somethin' different, somethin' different

Yeah, so what you wanna do?

Played it to the left in a minute, I have another you (Yeah)

Bitch ain't trappin' me with no baby, ho, I got quite a few (Hell nah, bitch)

Gary nigga, like Joe Jackson, ho, I should start a group (Group, yeah)

I seen my ex ho with the opps, I never get into drama (Nah)

They both got crackhead mommas, they got some shit in common (Haha)

Nigga you was born an addict, pussy nigga asthmatic

Don't fuck with the rabbit, the day you die, bitch, I'ma hashtag it

(Nigga pissed on himself when he got shot)

My naked ass got more promo than your album

Man, this really ain't no challenge

Like Too $hort, I can't stop rappin'

Niggas'll make you lose the passion

Preach these sermons in the pulpit

Pass my plate ‘round like a pastor (Woo)

I'll leave you laid in front of your pastor (Bitch)

Brand new suit, he look so cute, they made the colors match the casket

Knock the colors off yo' Cullinan, should've bulletproofed it not wrapped it

Niggas be poppin' that shit on the internet, bet he want peace when it get drastic, when it get drastic

Yeah, bitch, so what you wanna do?

Pills, weed, coke, or the tusi powder?

Dick was kryptonite, she thought the coochie had superpowers (Yeah)

You can't take the pussy out these niggas, you shoot it out 'em (Blaow)

Coupe is 200,000 (Blaow), truck cost a 150 (Blaow)

I don't fuck with Maybach GLSs, them for the bitches (For the bitches)

I was ridin' Box Chevys mirrors and 96's

Seen Birdman on Dubs, and then I went and copped twenty inches, that's for the bitches (That was for the bitches, haha)

Yeah, uh, so what you wanna do?

Bitch, it's only one Cocaine, but it's a bunch of you

Never rolled stock, AC kept me on custom shoes (Skrrt)

Spit, piss, and dookie on niggas, I'm takin' number twos (Bleugh)

Took some losses but I never lose

'Bout to slice 'em and put salt up in the wounds

For every cut and every bruise

From the cradle to the tomb

Life is like a song, you can't get the rhythm without the blues

What you wanna do, bitch? (Yeah, haha, jam)

Uh, I say you can't get the rhythm without the blues

What you wanna do, bitch? (Jam, yeah, nothing, but I just jam)

'Bout to slice 'em and put salt up in the wounds

What you wanna do, bitch? (Jam, never be rappin', I just jam, yeah)

Whatever you wanna do, bitch, yeah (What else?)

You can't get no rhythm without the blues

What you wanna do, bitch?

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