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."
9mm
Freddie Gibbs Lyrics
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Listen to my 9-millimeter go bang
Niggas hustle, niggas murder for this dope and cocaine
If I'm out here doing bad, I'm knocking down your door, mane
Shit, our scene might leave you terrified
That's why my 9-millimeter stay by my bedside
Got partners locked up up-state, some partners on fed time
Shoot first and ask questions later, boy you ain't never dying, ain't never dying
Listen to my my 9-millimeter go bang
How I take a nigga's life like it's all right, it's so strange
Put your family in the trunk, man, it's a very cold game
Shit, our scene might leave you terrified
That's why my 9-millimeter stay by my bedside
Got partners locked up up-state, some partners on fed time
Shoot first and ask questions later, boy you ain't never dying, ain't never dying
Wa da da dang, wa da da da da dang
Listen to my 9-millimeter go bang
Wa da da dang, wa da da da da dang
Listen to my 9-millimeter go bang
Wa da da dang, wa da da da da dang
Listen to my 9-millimeter go bang
Wa da da dang, wa da da da da dang
Listen to my 9-millimeter go bang
Wa da da dang, wa da da da dang
Listen to my 9-millimeter split your brain
Bullets hit you and whistle past you
Bitch niggas and the police harass you
If you came up quick with a flip
Hit a motherfucking lick, how long will it last you?
Lord, rinse my soul clean
I start my day off with Ocean Spray and promethazine
Used to roll them stogies, get blowed, and sprinkle shit in my green
Straight thugged out, dubbed out, had yo mama ride in that limousine, that limousine
Nigga fuck all my enemies, bitch I'll see y'all in hell
Better put five bullets in my dome, punk bitch, I bail, all is well
Unzip that package, it's that Cali, we can tell by the smell
Got black ski masks, rob for practice, sell that shit by the barrel
That silence'll make a whisper my sweet 9-millimeter
And I know these police is listening, gotta throw away my Nokia
If you need me then chirp, money, macking, and murder
Black mask, black gloves, black shirt in the day light, bitch I'm out here working
Wa da da dang, wa da da da da dang
Listen to my 9-millimeter go bang
Wa da da dang, wa da da da da dang
Listen to my 9-millimeter go bang
Wa da da dang, wa da da da da dang
Listen to my 9-millimeter go bang
Wa da da dang, wa da da da da dang
Listen to my 9-millimeter go bang
My nigga, we killas, we ready for everything, trained for it all
Play your position, object and identify, when your time is called
No wonder we only gon' do it the G way and kill 'em all
'Cause I don't know no other way, and them bitches know my face
So I can't wait, let me get a taste, and I hate
When niggas be actin like hoes, and bitches be actin the scent
And I don't give a fuck, have to open you up, two to the head and one to the gut
When I'm with my niggas we thinking 'bout crimes, dropping dope out on these lines
Send 'em back up to get the next one, if I got a gun, somebody gon' cry
Yelling bloody murder, froze, eyes closed fo we hit the street
Could it be? Motherfucker tryna play me shyfe off some jealousy
Rapid fire hellishly, meet up with your maker
Know that karma might catch up to me, for what I did to get this paper
Lord forgive me I'm red rum sipping, grim reaper
Drug smoking, magazine loading, straight slamming and scheming
Block boy, with a short barrel that'll leave a nigga leaking
Eyes on the muddy sparrow 'til we eating, it's the season to let it rain
Wa da da dang, wa da da da da dang
Listen to my 9-millimeter go bang
Wa da da dang, wa da da da da dang
Listen to my 9-millimeter go bang
Wa da da dang, wa da da da da dang
Listen to my 9-millimeter go bang
Wa da da dang, wa da da da da dang
Listen to my 9-millimeter go bang
In Freddie Gibbs's song "9MM," the lyrics are a portrayal of the life of a gangster, selling drugs and committing crimes. The opening line, "Wa da da dang, wa da da da da dang," is a reference to Grandmaster Flash's classic 1982 song "The Message," which is also about the struggles of inner-city life. Gibbs raps about carrying a 9-millimeter gun for protection as he navigates this dangerous lifestyle. He talks about the fear that the scene could leave someone terrified and why it's crucial to keep a gun by his bedside. He even lets us in on a cold reality of the game; putting someone's family in the trunk, which is a "very cold game."
Gibbs continues to depict the life of a gangster, discussing how bullets can whistle past someone during a shooting, how the police harass them, and how they get rich quick by selling drugs. He also touches on his peace of mind, achieved by drinking a combination of Ocean Spray juice and promethazine. The lyrics talk about how their enemies will end up in hell, and the brutal reality of their work. They will do whatever it takes to succeed, and that includes killing when necessary.
Overall, the song "9MM" paints a picture of a harsh and violent life that people often get trapped in because of their circumstances. The lyrics make it clear that the game is deadly and difficult to escape from.
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: Aaron Lose Lusitini, Freddie Gibbs, Jordan Mathew Lusitini
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
@carft1234
I hope freddie makes a track like this again this beat is so soulful and the 808s are Soo fucking good
@BullgoesforGold355
I could listen to this cd endlessly and never get tired of it
@TheArtofChocolate
Real hip hop is back. Respect from munich, germany!
@lukethedude5966
+TheArtofChocolate real hiphop? digga gibt einiges was grade hiphop technisch geht: kendrick, jcole, mac, drake
@blacklyfe5543
+stoned dude Who is Mac?
@lukethedude5966
Alphaomarni Karnley Jarbie Mac Miller
@joeycoffins6514
+stoned dude you must be really stoned if you really wac miller holds a candle to gangsta gibbs
@FFMHeadliner
+TheArtofChocolate Du sagst es dude ;) Die weniger bekannten Tracks sind zu heftig.. Finde nur Murda dem setzt dem ganzen die Krone auf ;)
@Blurcake
Gibbs always the realest, laying it down. Them Lyrics got nothing on main stream. Respect From B C, Canada
@rxxxe6174
Canada loves Gibbs