[Verse 1:Freddie Gibbs]
We..don’t…support hoes
Playa we pimp stay stuck in that mode and im living how im rapping so fact im that cold
So when i was back home with them rats i got choose
Let a n***a breathe, got blunts filled with killa weed
Blowing so much smoke i need intervention to intervine
Yeah i bet ya girl wanna taste it, number in my phone when i boned her i erased it
Falling out of place my mind i mis placed it, doing hella drugs around this bitch, pasing
Had to jump start my heart, this bitch racing you know i got sum to spark i str8 laced it
A str8 killa fresh out the G.I. zoo married to the streets baby had to say i do
No love with the thugs till the day im through, if im ridding through your neighbourhood then they ride too, Str8 Kill…..