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freddie gibbs - vice lord poetry lyrics

[part i]

[intro]
yeah, uh, real quick, you know what i’m sayin’?
yeah, (uh, triple s) b_tch

[verse]
i was big rabbit before the birth of my son
the earth ain’t big enough for both of us, you gotta get done
they sayin’ they smoking top fives
but you ain’t burned up the one
uh, f_ck n_ggas talkin’ ’bout? (f_ck n_ggas talkin’ ’bout?)
like every time i hit the booth
i don’t leave that b_tch with a body count
came up talkin’ sh_t as a toddler, i had a potty mouth (yeah)
all the girls i ever got pregnant i trick the body out
lift that ass up, got them titties did
got rich and didn’t die tryin’, f_ck all the many men
got rich and put ’em on tour, shoutout my mini_mes (yeah)
only thing they own is them diamond cubans and skinny jeans (hahaha) only thing i got is my b_lls and my word if anything
hoes will be with any crew, give that ass to any who
got they credibility winnin’ just like these rappers do (yeah)
n_ggas change they name but your history ain’t detachable
i’m so grammatical i could take a sabbatical (yeah)
gary n_gga was never no indianimal (yeah)
built the empire from ashes and send me back a few (yeah)
n_ggas wanna sign me, oh, i’m the reason they signing you
[bridge]
(hahaha, b_tch, you know what i’m sayin’?)
you wanna cut the kane train, n_gga
i’m the motherf_ckin’ blueprint, n_gga
you got the carbon copy, b_tch, yeah

[verse 2]
f_ck the industry, you get lost in it (yeah)
bet treat a n_gga like i ain’t dark_skinned (f_ck)
but i ain’t f_ck with y’all since 106 & park ended
cypher’s just a waste of time ’cause i walk the park with it
snow said: “let’s hits the awards”, but we ain’t dressin’ up
showed up in a tank top and chucks, he in a f_ckin’ tux
textin’ ross to get some advice, he keep me b_ttoned up
i disrespected bro several years ago, i was f_ckin’ up (yeah)
now i love him like my momma son
house up in the hills ain’t sh_t ’til you get your momma one
you a certified crack baby, i gave you momma funds
pray the lord forgive me for selling dope during ramadan, uh
dua keep a n_gga stable
them crackers mark a n_gga grave before you touch the cradle
i sent a ton off to the moes ’cause i was more than able (feed)
they let the gds in the door, the lords was at the table (feed)

[bridge]
(triple s exercise) you know i’m sayin’, n_gga
big rabbit, not lil rabbit
lil rabbit with the babysitter, b_tch
you know what i’m sayin’?
you gotta deal with the big boy
(i can already feel my trappin’ mojo returnin’)
[part ii]

[verse 3]
uh, yeah
rest in peace big time, n_gga
you know what i’m sayin’, n_gga? (broadway)
that private school sh_t is expensive (triple s)
ayo, roaches on my cereal boxes, in gary living poor
same meal sat_rday morning, we watchin’ diff’rent strokes
diego shakin’ up with me, ced and them n_ggas flippin folks
i was sellin’ dope when kanye was workin’ at river oaks (yeah, yeah)
i did it with no radio
had a million dollars before i ever met ebro (yeah)
’cause up until this point my activities was illegal (yeah)
i never made a chart, i ain’t let it f_ck with my ego (f_ck a ego)
what i drop spark fear
i had the album of the year, b_tch, you can ask nasir
the gangsta rapper of the year runnin’ like ten years straight
sometimes i feel like all my flowers comin’ ten years late (that’s how i feel, b_tch)
but f_ck it (that’s how i feel, n_gga)
vice lord poetry (yeah)
had to be twice as nice as these n_ggas for y’all to notice me
king rabbit, n0body over me
if i had a time machine
the younger fred would be buying bricks from the older me
if i had a time machine i would bring chad butler back
candy painted, sitting on blades, so how you lovin’ that?
oh, you lovin’ that?

- freddie gibbs lyrics

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