FREDDIE GIBBS & MADLIB - Terrorist lyrics
rate me[Freddie Gibbs]Shame, yeah.. Uh, tales of the terroristYoung, black, felonious, red-blooded AmericanGave this bitch a taste of that lil' boy, she cherished it Fucked her veins up, now she shoot her foot with the heroinTwinkle toes, know single hoes that like to treat they noseSendin muff pics, photos that got they treat exposed (yeah)I swear you oughta keep yo' daughter from this dirtbagDog nigga, scum of the Earth, for what it's worthI been handlin probation well, smokin bluntsThirty-six months and I ain't seen the jailMakin music to make some mail, fuck the recognitionBut I guess my record just too reckless for the record businessWon't sell my soul to chase a check but I be checkin niggazEat the ?rum? in interviewsIndustry put lames in the game like Duncan Pinderhughes (Bitch!)Think these niggaz change they persona, they let you pick and chooseEeny miny moe, so don't try me hoe, bitch I been a foolPsychopathic, whoop ass like Michael daddyEverything that touch my skin brand name, my brand new CaddyGot that pussy-wet paint as I sit on the softest leatherI ain't trippin yo, my ticket to heaven could cost whateverI just pray the Lord don't toss me with Satan off in the cheap seats Thought of dyin broke with no legacy make my knees weakAs I proceed to make ears bleed, let MP3s' leakGettin green by any means out on these mean streetsUhh~! tales of the terroristFelonious, red-blooded AmericanUh... (...Nigga)
