Hailing from Gary, Indiana, a place whose murder and crime rates have ranked it several times at the top of the "Most Dangerous Cities" list, Freddie Gibbs is the true definition of a street survivor. Raised on Gary's east side, Gibbs lived the hard life firsthand in a run-down industrial community plagued with vice and ignored by the establishment. After playing at Ball State on a football scholarship, Gibbs was kicked out of college. Over the next few years he went through court-ordered boot camp, joined and got discharged from the military, and held down a series of 9 to 5 jobs without success. Feeling like the system had failed him, Gibbs turned to hustling; pimping and selling crack out of a local house. Inspired by rappers like UGK, The Geto Boys, and 2Pac, Gibbs started rhyming about his life and the issues facing urban youth in Gary and the countless other impoverished cities just like it. Gibbs is the first rapper signed to a major label from Gary.
The Steel City's most famous musical residents to date are the Jackson 5, whose name still adorns a marquee on a falling-apart theater in Gary's blighted downtown. His desire to rep the Midwest and his city led Gibbs to start recording mixtapes and pushing them online as well as the streets, where he quickly began garnering fans drawn to his original style, diverse flows, and deeply personal lyrics about his experience as a young black man growing up below the poverty line in a forgotten American city.
Freddie has worked with respected producers like Madlib, Red Spyda, Just Blaze, Buckwild, the Alchemist, Polow Da Don, and Collipark among many others. Gibbs cites Houston rap and Pac as his major influences, and it shows in his ability to alternate between chillingly tense street stories of violence and laid back comedic tales about women and weed. Ultimately Gibbs shows and proves with his rhymes, which demonstrate the promise of a legend in the making. His skills, wit, and street credibility establish Freddie Gibbs as a true artist. He's ready to represent for Gary, the Midwest, and anyone who relates to the struggle of inner city life. As Gibbs tells it: "My music is definitely on some gangsta shit. That's what I was raised on and what I witnessed. How can I speak on anything else?" "Become a fan now, or become one later."
Big Boss Rabbit
Freddie Gibbs Lyrics
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Because I'm the best in the world
Even though a lot of you don't like to hear that
I just, it's sad, 'cause I'm the best, you know what I mean?
I, sometimes, I don't wanna believe in myself
But it's the truth, I'm the best
And I'm just convinced, you know what I mean?
These fellas, how dare them challenge me
With their somewhat primitive skills
They're just as good as dead
Slammin', big MAC-11, back of the seven on some boss shit (Yeah)
I put that President on my wrist and I got frostbit (Woo)
Stack it like Pringles, you want a single? It's gon' cost you (Yeah)
Slow on that heroin, I don't sell them bitches too often (Ah)
Man, my jewelry like some laser beams (Bling)
Step out with your lady, shoot some babies on the Maybelline (Yeah)
And overdose the stroller, cut the co-co with the ketamine (Sh)
Dope and ibuprofen in my bowl, I got them recipes (Skrrt)
Boss shit, shoot it like Steph, I just hit the three and I wasn't even lookin'
Your favorite rapper just hit the stage, well, bitch, we 'bout to book 'em
Bitches in love with us, keep the pussy, I just keep it pushin' (Yeah)
My baby mommas knew the job was crooked before they took it (Bitch)
Kane Train reckless, bitch, we runnin' shit
Just touched down in the airport, Louis V backpack full of them hundreds, bitch (Yeah)
Cleaner than McQueen, ho, I'm a gangster, not no lover, bitch (Yeah-yeah)
Grammy afterparty bitch, we rock it like we won it, bitch (Yeah)
Boss shit, big MAC-11, back of the seven on some boss shit (Yeah)
I put that President on my wrist and I got frostbit (Brr)
Stack it like Pringles, you want a single? It's gon' cost you (Yeah)
CEO rabbit, young Freddie Kane, I'm on some boss shit (Yeah)
Big MAC-11, back of the seven on some boss shit (Brrat)
I put that President on my wrist and I got frostbit (Brrat)
Stack it like Pringles, you want a single? It's gon' cost you (Bitch)
Pull up to your funeral, man, shoot up your fuckin' coffin (Brrt)
I blow your house up with that hunnid drum (Yeah, yeah)
No Hot 100, I'm a hot boy with some murder ones (Yeah, yeah)
Cash money Kane, big number one Sunday, you my youngest son (Yeah, yeah)
See my first crackhead like that Beamer back in '91 (Bitch)
And I been on the blaze since 2Pac was rockin' the Gumby fade (Yeah)
Fuckin' up my cup with this Activis like some lemonade
Bitches big B-L, if you violate, they'll renegade
Know trigger fingers ain't have to type on your Twitter page (Yeah, yeah)
Freddie Krueger, P-90 Ruger, I'm keepin' on 'em (Yeah)
Niggas say they ain't losin' sleep, tell 'em, "I'm sleepin' on 'em" (Bitch)
Got heavy traffic, the neighbors might call the people on 'em (Yeah, yeah)
Surround your car with ARs, I put the reaper on 'em
Death wish, reach 'em with that automatic shotty, that's a death kiss
Niggas be pullin' through, so I aim above the neck, bitch
Fly with it on me, I got my blicky on the jet, bitch
Ready to set it off and I put that on the set, bitch (Yeah)
Boss shit, big MAC-11, back of the seven on some boss shit (Yeah)
I put that President on my wrist and I got frostbit (Brr)
Stack it like Pringles, you want a single? It's gon' cost you (Bitch)
CEO rabbit, young Freddie Kane, I'm on some boss shit (Yeah)
Big MAC-11, back of the seven on some boss shit (Brrat)
I put that President on my wrist and I got frostbit (Brrat)
Stack it like Pringles, you want a single? It's gon' cost you (Bitch)
Pull up to your funeral, man, shoot up your fuckin' coffin (Brrt)
Nigga
Know I'm violent
Lil' violin
Freddie Gibbs's song Big Boss Rabbit is about his confidence in himself as a rapper, claiming that he is the best in the world despite some people not wanting to hear that. The lyrics express his contempt for other rappers who dare to challenge him with their "primitive skills." He boasts of his wealth, bragging about the diamond-encrusted President watch on his wrist and stacks of money like Pringles. He also talks about his drug use, including heroin and ketamine, and his ability to make a mixture of ibuprofen and dope. The rapper uses violent imagery throughout, suggesting that he is ready to shoot someone's coffin at their funeral, surround their car with ARs and even aim above the neck with his gun.
The lyrics also reveal that Freddie Gibbs is not afraid to engage in criminal activities to earn his money. He describes himself as a boss who has access to firearms like a big MAC-11 and can afford expensive jewelry like laser-beam-like necklaces. He also references his involvement in drug trafficking by talking about cutting cocaine with ketamine and having recipes for his drug mixtures. Despite this, he still sees himself as a "boss," and his confidence exudes from the lyrics making it clear that he thinks he's at the top of the game.
Line by Line Meaning
There's never any doubts in my mind
I'm always confident in myself
Because I'm the best in the world
I believe I'm the greatest
Even though a lot of you don't like to hear that
Many people don't want to admit it
I just, it's sad, 'cause I'm the best, you know what I mean?
It's a pity I have to keep reminding everyone of my superiority
I, sometimes, I don't wanna believe in myself
Occasionally, I doubt my own capabilities
But it's the truth, I'm the best
Nevertheless, I know I'm unmatched
And I'm just convinced, you know what I mean?
I'm absolutely certain of this, can you comprehend?
These fellas, how dare them challenge me
Who do these guys think they are, competing against me?
With their somewhat primitive skills
Their abilities don't even come close to mine
They're just as good as dead
They have no chance of beating me
Slammin', big MAC-11, back of the seven on some boss shit (Yeah)
I'm stunning with a powerful MAC-11 gun at my back, asserting my boss-like status
I put that President on my wrist and I got frostbit (Woo)
My presidential watch is so cold that it freezes my arm
Stack it like Pringles, you want a single? It's gon' cost you (Yeah)
I stack money like Pringles chips and if you want a feature from me, it'll come with a hefty price tag
Slow on that heroin, I don't sell them bitches too often (Ah)
I sell drugs but not heroin, and only occasionally
Man, my jewelry like some laser beams (Bling)
My jewelry sparkles like laser beams
Step out with your lady, shoot some babies on the Maybelline (Yeah)
I'll go out with your girl and have sex with her
And overdose the stroller, cut the co-co with the ketamine (Sh)
I'll kill your baby with an overdose of drugs
Dope and ibuprofen in my bowl, I got them recipes (Skrrt)
I have the formula for making a drug mixture with dope and ibuprofen
Boss shit, shoot it like Steph, I just hit the three and I wasn't even lookin'
I'm so powerful, I can shoot like Steph Curry without even looking and still make the shot
Your favorite rapper just hit the stage, well, bitch, we 'bout to book 'em
I'm the one in control, I will book your favorite rapper
Bitches in love with us, keep the pussy, I just keep it pushin' (Yeah)
Women love us, but I'm not interested, I focus on my business
My baby mommas knew the job was crooked before they took it (Bitch)
Women should have known I'm not a trustworthy person before having my children
Kane Train reckless, bitch, we runnin' shit
I'm running things ruthlessly with my crew
Just touched down in the airport, Louis V backpack full of them hundreds, bitch (Yeah)
I just arrived at the airport with a backpack stuffed with cash
Cleaner than McQueen, ho, I'm a gangster, not no lover, bitch (Yeah-yeah)
I'm not one to love, I'm a gangster who's always looking sharp like the actor Steve McQueen
Grammy afterparty bitch, we rock it like we won it, bitch (Yeah)
We party hard even after the Grammy's, as if we had won an award
Pull up to your funeral, man, shoot up your fuckin' coffin (Brrt)
I'm ready to kill you, even at your own funeral
I blow your house up with that hunnid drum (Yeah, yeah)
I'm willing to destroy your house with my hundred-round ammunition
No Hot 100, I'm a hot boy with some murder ones (Yeah, yeah)
I don't care about the Billboard Hot 100 chart, I'm still a hot and dangerous person
Cash money Kane, big number one Sunday, you my youngest son (Yeah, yeah)
I'm the wealthiest and most successful, and everyone else is like my son
See my first crackhead like that Beamer back in '91 (Bitch)
I've been at this for a long time, since I saw my first crackhead in 1991
And I been on the blaze since 2Pac was rockin' the Gumby fade (Yeah)
I've been involved in illegal activity since 2Pac's Gumby haircut was in style
Fuckin' up my cup with this Activis like some lemonade
I'm mixing Actavis with my drink, contaminating it like some lemonade
Bitches big B-L, if you violate, they'll renegade
My women are tough, if you cross me, they'll rebel
Know trigger fingers ain't have to type on your Twitter page (Yeah, yeah)
Unlike some people, I don't just threaten on Twitter, I take real action
Freddie Krueger, P-90 Ruger, I'm keepin' on 'em (Yeah)
I'm like the horror movie character Freddie Krueger, and I'm armed with a P-90 Ruger
Niggas say they ain't losin' sleep, tell 'em, "I'm sleepin' on 'em" (Bitch)
Some people say I don't bother them, but I'm paying close attention and planning against them
Got heavy traffic, the neighbors might call the people on 'em (Yeah, yeah)
I have many customers, so much to the point where neighbors could call the police on us
Surround your car with ARs, I put the reaper on 'em
I'm prepared to surround you with armed soldiers and put you to death
Death wish, reach 'em with that automatic shotty, that's a death kiss
I'm wishing for your death, I'll use my automatic shotgun to deliver the deadly blow
Fly with it on me, I got my blicky on the jet, bitch
I'm always flying with my gun, ready to use it
Ready to set it off and I put that on the set, bitch (Yeah)
I'm ready to start trouble, and I'm putting my reputation on the line
Nigga
Addressing someone in a derogatory way
Know I'm violent
I'm known to be aggressive
Lil' violin
Playing the smallest of instruments, something insignificant compared to my power
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Written by: Freddie Gibbs
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