Freddie Gibbs - 219 lyrics

Yea Yo career on the line n***a I know yall n***as shook Entire industry shook n***a It's over Yeah, to all the k**ers and a hundred dollar billas (Indiana stand up) The real n***as who ain't got no feelings (I need my city with me on this one) Yea Now everybody from the 219 Smoke a dime of the prime, while I spit this rhyme Everybody from the 219 Smoke a dime of the prime, while I spit this rhyme Yo I got you stuck off the realness My city infamous You heard of us? Dem Gary Indiana murderas' Life in a Steel City, can get real pretty That's why I'm on the block without the steel with me And I ain't never been afraid of shook I hit the scene and b**h n***as afraid to look Why? 'Cuz they don't wanna make eye contact Don't mean mug me if you ain't ready for combat I'm on a level that these other rappers can't come close to So homie play yo' position like you supposed to I can see it inside of yo' face, you in a wrong place Cowards like you just get they whole body laced up, with bullet holes and such To the head, to the gut, we don't ain't givin' a f** Shook n***as betta duck while I'm hittin' 'em up Act tough, I had an ambulance pickin 'em up Nah, f** that, you in the coroner van I murder you and I then put da 44' to yo' man You understand, don't make me have to call yo' name out 'Cuz you a featherweight, my gunshots will make you levitate I'm in my early twenty's but my mind is old Start rapping when I was nineteen cuz my rhymes was cold I put a pen to my paper and tell my story Life is a risk, no guts, no glory Ain't No Tamin, my orginazation You f**in' with a animal, you don't know what you facin' Bring yo' whole gang, let Freddie hurt yo' nation It'll get bloodier then Freddie vs Jason I'll send you to Hell, to the burning sensation Gettin' close to a single, and tight situation now Take these words homie, think it through Or the next rhyme I write might be about you Son, they shook... 'Cause ain't no such things as halfway crooks They Scared to d**h, They scared to look They shook 'Cause ain't no such things as halfway crooks They Scared to d**h, They scared to look n***a Yea Now everybody from the 219 Smoke a dime of the prime, while I spit this rhyme (yea) Everybody from the 219 Smoke a dime of the prime, while I spit this rhyme (yea) Yea Everybody from the 219 Smoke a dime of the prime, while I spit this rhyme (n***a) Yea There it is What it is What it's gonna be Freddie Gibbs Gary, Indiana in the mutha' f**in' building 219 ride with me If you ain't ridin' with me, you know what I'm sayin Mother had you, Mother loved you, Mother f** you, you nah mean You SHOOK, n***a Gibbs