Music Video
Music Video
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Freddie Gibbs
Vocals
Madlib
Beats
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Fredrick Tipton
Songwriter
Otis Jackson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Madlib
Producer
Eothen Alapatt
Producer
Ben "Lambo" Lambert
Producer
Dave Cooley
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Fuck ****, spark the weed up
Shit been watered down, the rap game, they need us
Real **** to intervene, to interject
Got a bitch naked, got some neck in the Vette and I'm finna jet
[Verse 2]
Finna get fucked up in this bitch, that's on fiend
Popping yoppers, fuck the coppers
Sell narcotics, **** we bring that on in
Bitch, I'm a problem, got your columns full of losses, no wins
Gary gangsta, fuck with Chicago **** out that low end
[Verse 3]
Much love to my **** Mikey, threw muscles off in they mouth
**** hitting licks where we reside for and special fire the mouse
Stuff the mattress full of merch, .40 calibers in the couch
Guess I'm on the high seat, rob me, you won't make it out
[Verse 4]
I could make her sharpen my attitude, might just make her pout
Find me charming till she really found out what I was about
My recreation, occupation, invading a **** house
Smoking and riding, I ain't high when I'm driving, I highly doubt
[Verse 5]
And I don't believe these rap ****
You can front for your fans, but I know it's just an act, ****
Judge a man by his character and not by his wealth
A real G, I never kissed **** or shot myself
Gangsta Gibbs
[Verse 6]
I'm number one, number one with a bullet
Bring your guns, fifty shots when I pull it
Better run, make you motherfuckers bleed
Only fuck with real Gs, Public Enemies
[Verse 7]
I'm number one, number one with a bullet
Bring your guns, fifty shots when I pull it
Better run, make you motherfuckers bleed
Only fuck with real Gs, Public Enemies
[Verse 8]
Probably be murdered for some shit that I said
I'd be a legend out this motherfucker, breathing or dead
But y'all don't hear me, these uppity bitches they all fear me
Fuck a diamond on your finger, I guess it's the dog in me
[Verse 9]
Ain't no hog in me, I'm swine free, suckers the Iron Sheik
Nine G's for the nine piece, how you define me
A student of the thug ****, drug dealer college
Majored in robbing and graduated with honors
[Verse 10]
Seen it clearly through these Dolce Gabbanas and marijuana fog
**** tryna vulture the culture, motherfuck all of y'all
Dickblowers, rapper reality shows, y'all just attention whores
Don't give a fuck if I set a record or win awards
[Verse 11]
I'm just blessed to be out here living life
Giving these **** hell, sold records with everything I write
Shit got me wishing DMX ain't ever hit the pipe
Pun ain't never died and Big L was still here to bless the mic
[Verse 12]
I'm number one, number one with a bullet
Bring your guns, fifty shots when I pull it
Better run, make you motherfuckers bleed
Only fuck with real Gs, Public Enemies
[Verse 13]
I'm number one, number one with a bullet
Bring your guns, fifty shots when I pull it
Better run, make you motherfuckers bleed
Only fuck with real Gs, Public Enemies
Written by: Freddie Gibbs, Madlib