Str8 Slammin' (Feat. Juicy J)

[Hook: Freddie Gibbs]
Can you picture a [bad word] out here clocking cash and
Pulling stick ups, I guess I had to Glock and mask it
Nine zippers, let's bust that open, cut and bag it
Water whipper, I'm in the kitchen Str8 Slammin'
Thug niggas, and drug dealers, that's all I hang with
Puffing Swishers, and [bad word] hoes, we on the same [bad word] In the kitchen, gon' whip my weight up to a mansion
Eight figures, that's what I call Str8 Slammin

[Verse 1: Freddie Gibbs]
G.I. thuggin
Yes picture this Midwest [bad word] rollin
Hardrock hustling [bad word] stick to the [bad word] cuz you know a [bad word] holding
Living on some pimp [bad word] I'mma let y'all chase hoes, I'mma get chosen
Keep a [bad word] [bad word] whipped
Got a whole lotta broads that'll bust that open
Fresh up off a straight dope stain
I know my clothes still smell like cocaine
The real niggas understand
I ain't trying to be the man
If you put it in my hands, it'll go mayne
I keep a whole thing or better pushed to the side
Got like 32 bells of bubba kush in the ride
If you wanna get high, all drugs I provide
Getting my thug on where I preside [bad word] been bust at, still I survive
Push packs and I live to tell it in my raps
Lost a couple homies, I can never get em back
Life got me stressed, so I'm twisting up a sack
I'm street certified, [bad word] -- check my stats
Back up to the wall cause I'm coming up to bat
And these little niggas said they got racks on racks
So the stick up man had to put the tax on the tax
Got [bad word] 
[Hook]

[Verse 2: Juicy J] [bad word] what I'm worth
Still out here on the grind
Trying to stack racks
Racks on racks, never caught slipping [bad word] get wrong, it's a toe tag [bad word] with the hood
Still eat good
Hanging with the killers with the black masks
They will kidnap your wife and kids
You niggas don't want that
Do what we gotta do to make it
Hope them jackers won't take it
If a [bad word] violate me I heard my young [bad word] s gon erase em
I don't fight over no [bad word] but I kill for bread
And I don't hang out with no niggas that sleep with Feds
Ride down on your block with that chopper, let that [bad word] go
If you try to open shop up, that [bad word] closed
Money and the power
What we hustle for?
We already run ya house, ain't no kicking doors