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."
D.O.A.
Freddie Gibbs Lyrics
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Certified grave digga
D.O.A., it's how I play
I let the fucking things hit ya
I'm a street paid nigga
Tryna catch a fade with ya
D.O.A., it's how I play
I let the fucking things hit ya, bitch
I fuck with gangsters
Man, all my niggas make the papers
I fuck with gangsters
Man, all my niggas make the papers
I fuck with gangsters
Man, all my niggas make the papers
I fuck with gangsters
Man, all my niggas make the papers
I fuck with gangsters
Man, all my niggas make the papers
Them boys is stinking
East side G.I., we don't serve no strangers
My bitch is stinking
My junkies say they need that wake up
My kitchen stinking
It's a straight bake sale when I cook that cake up
Mobbing-ass nigga, fuck a project-ass nigga
Serve the pack, man, call the trashman for these garbage-ass niggas
Say these motherfuckers scared to rob a robbing-ass nigga
Send you back to your connect, you short a lot of bands, nigga
Gangsta Gibbs, baby greasier than Weezy at the All-Star
Way too often, Jeezy, he wasn't even in my ballpark
Swing straight for the fence and drop my nuts down on the plate
I made your favorite rapper want to put a price up on my face
It's Gangsta Gibbs
I fuck with gangsters
Man, all my niggas make the papers
I fuck with gangsters
Man, all my niggas make the papers
I fuck with gangsters
Man, all my niggas make the papers
I fuck with gangsters
Man, all my niggas make the papers
Real made nigga
Certified grave digga
D.O.A., it's how I play
I let the fucking things hit ya
I'm a real made nigga
Certified grave digga
D.O.A., it's how I play
I let the fucking things hit ya, bitch
D.O.A., get it how I live it when I let that four go
Naptown nigga, done made it, emerging fresh out the dope smoke
All my niggas hustlers and killers, green light we all go
Send 'em all to they makers and close casket they funerals
No smiling, came up out a dirty alley with the thugs
Banging TECs and repping sets, young connoisseurs with them drugs
Pack the baggage, flip the cabbage, keep it slamming every day
How the fuck niggas talking bout R.I.P. when boy you 'bout to
D.O.A. yourself
Bang bang bang, gang bang is all I fucking know
Blazing rocks with killers and some motherfucking cutthroats
And I know Colombians that bring it by the fucking boat
Clap they ass, put they ass face down on the fucking floor
Hit a couple corners and nigga know I got the blow
Hit a couple corners now and nigga know I got the store
Riding down Grant Boulevard, pulling out the four
On my way to Ham Block, finna cut some more dope
Kill
I fuck with gangsters
Man, all my niggas make the papers
I fuck with gangsters
Man, all my niggas make the papers
I fuck with gangsters
Man, all my niggas make the papers
I fuck with gangsters
Man, all my niggas make the papers
Real made nigga
Certified grave digga
D.O.A., it's how I play
I let the fucking things hit ya
I'm a real made nigga
Certified grave digga
D.O.A., it's how I play
I let the fucking things hit ya, bitch
The song "D.O.A." by Freddie Gibbs featuring G-Wiz & Big Kill is a typical gangsta rap song with hard-hitting lyrics and explicit language. The main theme of the song revolves around gangsters, drug dealing, violence, and the street life. The chorus "I'm a real-made nigga, certified grave digga" represents the tough, rough, and dangerous persona of the artist. Gibbs talks about his gangster life, associating with other gangsters who also make the headlines, and the ruthless mindset of dealing with enemies who cross their line.
The verse "Bang bang bang, gang bang is all I fucking know, Blazing rocks with killers and some motherfucking cutthroats" implies the artist's involvement in violent and illegal activities like gang fights, drug trafficking, and murder. Gibbs also mentions his connections with Colombian drug dealers who supply drugs in bulk, and his readiness to eliminate anyone who gets in the way of his business. While the lyrics are violent and explicit, they reflect the reality of living in a rough and impoverished community where danger lurks around every corner.
Line by Line Meaning
I'm a real-made nigga
I am a real and authentic person
Certified grave digga
I am a skilled killer who buries my victims
D.O.A., it's how I play
I kill my enemies on sight without hesitation
I let the fucking things hit ya
I shoot to kill without mercy
I'm a street-paid nigga
I make money from illegal activities on the streets
Tryna catch a fade with ya
I am looking for a fight with you
I let the fucking things hit ya, bitch
I will shoot you without remorse
I fuck with gangsters
I associate with and work with dangerous criminals
Man, all my niggas make the papers
All of my associates are involved in illegal activities that get them in the news
Them boys is stinking
My associates have a bad reputation and are attracting unwanted attention
East side G.I., we don't serve no strangers
On the east side of Gary, Indiana, we only do business with people we know and trust
My bitch is stinking
My girlfriend is causing problems for me and my business
My junkies say they need that wake up
My drug addicts are relying on me to provide them with their next fix
My kitchen stinking
My drug lab has a strong and unpleasant odor
It's a straight bake sale when I cook that cake up
I am making a lot of money from my drug sales
Mobbing-ass nigga, fuck a project-ass nigga
I am a dangerous criminal and have no respect for people from poor neighborhoods
Serve the pack, man, call the trashman for these garbage-ass niggas
I am successful in the drug business while others fail miserably
Say these motherfuckers scared to rob a robbing-ass nigga
Other criminals are too intimidated to steal from me
Send you back to your connect, you short a lot of bands, nigga
I will send you back to your supplier if you bring me less money than expected
Gangsta Gibbs, baby greasier than Weezy at the All-Star
I am a gangster and more successful and wealthy than Lil Wayne, a fellow rapper
Way too often, Jeezy, he wasn't even in my ballpark
Jeezy, another rapper, is not even close to my level of success and profitability
Swing straight for the fence and drop my nuts down on the plate
I am confident and aggressive, and I always aim for the top
I made your favorite rapper want to put a price up on my face
I am so successful and influential that even other famous rappers feel threatened by me
D.O.A., get it how I live it when I let that four go
I shoot to kill without hesitation
Naptown nigga, done made it, emerging fresh out the dope smoke
I come from Indianapolis, Indiana and have become very successful in the drug business
All my niggas hustlers and killers, green light we all go
I only associate with dangerous criminals and we all work together to make money
Send 'em all to they makers and close casket they funerals
I kill my enemies and make sure they have a closed casket at their funeral
No smiling, came up out a dirty alley with the thugs
I come from a dangerous neighborhood and have been involved in criminal activity my entire life
Banging TECs and repping sets, young connoisseurs with them drugs
I am involved in illegal gun possession and drug dealing
Pack the baggage, flip the cabbage, keep it slamming every day
I am always working hard to make money and am very successful in the drug business
How the fuck niggas talking bout R.I.P. when boy you 'bout to D.O.A. yourself
I do not understand why people are talking about dying when they are not as dangerous and successful as me
Bang bang bang, gang bang is all I fucking know
Violence and gang activity are all I have ever been involved in
Blazing rocks with killers and some motherfucking cutthroats
I use drugs with other dangerous criminals
And I know Colombians that bring it by the fucking boat
I have connections to Colombian drug traffickers who bring drugs into the country
Clap they ass, put they ass face down on the fucking floor
I will shoot my enemies and make sure they are lying face down on the ground
Hit a couple corners and nigga know I got the blow
I sell drugs on certain street corners and am well known for it
Hit a couple corners now and nigga know I got the store
I have expanded my drug business and now have my own store
Riding down Grant Boulevard, pulling out the four
I am driving on Grant Boulevard and am about to use my gun
On my way to Ham Block, finna cut some more dope
I am headed to Ham Block to make more drugs
Kill
I am a violent criminal and am not afraid to kill my enemies
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: Freddie Gibbs, Glenn Browder, Jeremy Kulousek, Zachary Raymond Vaughn
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
Patrick Landis
Gibbs should have blown up more then Jeezy or Gucci! Those two are their own fantasies Gibbs paints/speaks true pictures and real potential!
Jesse
Freddie Killin the Trap beats in ESGN fosho
Tony Lopez
Gibbs caught a couple of body's on this track!!
Bucknasty
This shit raw
Em Dee
2:14 when Bill Kill came in while listening to the track I bursted out in tears! dude sound like he got no balls
Varo Mkrtchyan
@Tony Lopez 🤣
Tony Lopez
Em Dee Lmfao!! Ya'll wrong for this.
C James
@Em Dee I dig big kill now though dude hes dope forreal i know that whole verse by heart
Em Dee
havent heard such high pitch voice on a raptrack in 2 decades
aaron terrell
what was u listening to,Indianimal!