Extradite

Lyrics

[Produced by Mikhail & Speakerbomb] [Intro: Freddie Gibbs] The devil is a motherfuckin' liar! Yeah, straight killa, nigga Yeah, yeah Erykah was the bag lady, I was the bag boy Yeah, yeah Erykah was the bag lady, I was the bag boy Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah (Here we come, yeah) Yeah (Here we come, yeah) yeah (Here we come, yeah) Yeah (Here we come, yeah) yeah (Here we come, yeah) Here I come, yeah, here we come, yeah [Verse 1: Freddie Gibbs] Took his order then I served him a quarter like five nickels Man, I stay on point like icicle Niggas can't decode or de-figure my rhyme riddle Took my money to the source and said fuck the man in the middle Talkin' hard, soft, heroin, green, that's what we had boy Erykah was the bag lady, I was the bag boy Option was that minimum wage, live in a cage Build 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 killin' 'em since Kool Moe Dee, Ra', Kool, 'Face Zero dollars, zero tolerance, lettin' that tool bang, nigga [Chorus: Freddie Gibbs] Yeah, nigga And if the devil die today, I'ma treat it like it's a holiday Yeah, yeah 'Bout to Michael Jackson, beat it, I mean it, I got a pot of yay Nigga, what, haha Ain't nothin' funny, but I play with the money like it's Monopoly Yeah, yeah, bitch And if the devil die today, I'ma treat it like it's a holiday [Verse 2: Black Thought] Uhh, I used to lay in bed, starin' at the ceiling fan Feelin' cramps, wishin' I could get a kilogram Tryna understand why I wanna kill a man With high hopes like rubber tree, plants and ants We cheat death 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 serials scratched, 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 nigga they shinin' the searchlight for [Chorus: Freddie Gibbs] Yeah, nigga And if the devil die today, I'ma treat it like it's a holiday Yeah, yeah 'Bout to Michael Jackson, beat it, I mean it, I got a pot of yay Nigga, what, haha And nothin' funny, but I play with the money like it's Monopoly Yeah, yeah, bitch And if the devil die today, I'ma treat it like it's a holiday [Interlude: Freddie Gibbs] Yeah, yeah, uh Here we come, yeah, here we come, yeah (Yeah, nigga) Here we come, yeah, here we come, yeah Here we come, yeah, here we come, yeah (Yeah, freestyle nigga) [Verse 3: Freddie Gibbs] Homie showed me a nine milli and nine 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 ass 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 nigga, now she in there pregnant every week I pray you take these devils out our life, Lord, that's on Vice Lord Baby mamas come with their 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 [Chorus: Freddie Gibbs] Yeah, nigga And if the devil die today, I'ma treat it like it's a holiday Yeah, yeah 'Bout to Michael Jackson, beat it, I mean it, I got a pot of yay Nigga, what, haha And nothin' funny, but I play with the money like it's Monopoly Yeah, yeah, bitch And if the devil die today, I'ma 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 missed 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 kill us And go to Wendy's and have a burger and go to sleep They gon' keep killing us But when we die and they die Then soon we gon' sit at a table, and talk about it, we tired We want some of this earth Or we'll tear this goddamn country apart! Assalam ualaikum!