Ben "Lambo" Lambert - Extradite lyrics

[Produced by Mikhail & Speakerbomb] [Intro] The devil is a motherf**in' liar Straight k** 'em Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Here we come though [Verse 1: Freddie Gibbs] Took his order, then I served him a quarter like five nickels Man, I'll stay on point like icicle n***as can't decode, or figure my rhyme riddles Took my money to the source, and said "f** the man in the middle" Talkin' hard, soft, h**n, green, that's what we had boy Erica was the bag lady, I was the bag boy Option was that minimum wage, live in a cage Buildin' a prison everyday, man they cultivatin' these slaves In this new age, dude's wage is fugaz' I'm the whole gallon and half pint like School Daze I been k**in' 'em, since Kool Moe Dee, Ra', Kool, 'Face Zero dollars, zero tolerance, lettin' that tool bang, n***a [Hook: Freddie Gibbs] Yeah, n***a And if the devil die today, I'mma treat it like it's a holiday Bout the Michael Jackson, beat it, I mean it, I got a pot of yay And nothin' funny, but I play with the money like it's Monopoly And if the devil die today, I'mma treat it like it's a holiday [Verse 2: Black Thought] I used to lay in bed, starin' at the ceilin' fan Feelin' cramps, wishin' I could get a k**er gram Tryna understand, why I wanna k** a man With high hopes like rubber tree, plants, and ants We cheat d**h, with each breath,the only one who make - It last forever is Keith Sweat,you ever see a - Body lyin' dead, in the streets yet, then eat breakfast? Swallow forced beliefs, like police justice If my city is like yours, then cereal scratch Fingerprints is wiped off, if people seem to - Always have somethin' to fight for, but still end up - In the state pen, or the psych ward - It's lights off They catch so many casualties, it's like war That's the reason, I don't believe in the hype, y'all The devil talkin' bout, he wanna extradite y'all Now I'm the n***a, He shinin' the search light for [Hook: Freddie Gibbs] Yeah, n***a And if the devil die today, I'mma treat it like it's a holiday Bout the Michael Jackson, beat it, I mean it, I got a pot of yay And nothin' funny, but I play with the money like it's Monopoly And if the devil die today, I'mma treat it like it's a holiday [Interlude] Here we come now, here we come now Yeah, freestyle n***a [Verse 3: Freddie Gibbs] Homie showed me a 9 milli, and 9 nickel Man, I'll stay on point like icicle Say you got that yola, your fishscale lookin' fickle They like Jordans out of the gas station, they ain't official I got thousand dollar jeans, on my a** cheek Cousin got her lights, and her gas cut last week How that make me look, if I don't help her get up on her feet? She keep a different n***a, now she in there, pregnant every week I pray you, take these devils out our life, lord - That's our vice, lord Baby momma's come with the drama, made her my wife lord Know I'm doing, no hope you see I'm trying to do right, lord Shake 'em up and blowin' the dice, I pray the price, lord, lord [Hook: Freddie Gibbs] Yeah, n***a And if the devil die today, I'mma treat it like it's a holiday Bout the Michael Jackson, beat it, I mean it, I got a pot of yay And nothin' funny, but I play with the money like it's Monopoly And if the devil die today, I'mma treat it like it's a holiday [Verse 4: Black Thought] Yo, my memoirs are like the Anarchist's Cookbook Meets the Tom Ford spring/summer look book Some people wanna see me hanging from a good hook Instead I hang with a language and slang in - The anguish, and pain fit as well, cause it came with us After all these years, carrying this shame with us Now the entire planet, is going insane with us Seven year old kids, carrying flame spitters Fortified fences, mortify senses Crossfire, miss my little daughter, by inches Chemical dependence, medical expenses But no amount of money on earth, can buy vengeance Writing a life sentence, sirens, fire engines Tyrants, seen through the eyes, of the wide lenses Senseless crimes, cause some of us want to drive Benzes But are you tryna ride with us, or against us? [Outro: Louis Farrakhan] As long as they k** us And go to Wendy's and have a burger and go to sleep They gon' keep k**ing us But when we die and they die Then soon we gon' sit at a table, and talk about it, retired We want some of this earth Or we'll this goddamn country apart! Assalam ualaikum!