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."
Let Ya Nuts Hang
Freddie Gibbs Lyrics
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I keep them killers at your front and at yo back door
Layed on a stretcher when its pressure, man we bust thangs
'Cause in the streets I claim, you gotta let ya nuts hang
Now nigga, you don't wanna see me when my sack low
I keep them killers at your front and at yo back door
Layed on a stretcher when its pressure, man we bust thangs
Caught in the cycle, black American psychopathic
And I can't do right, nigga, doing wrong is my rite of passage
Straight in the street life, I'm trying to interact with the 'matics
One hundred baggies all wrapped in plastic, I'm living savage
It's hot in these damn streets, shot this nigga last week
Police on my last nerve, I'mma gon' make this last serve
And hit 65 South and get low than a bitch
You see me back in the g, then that means I'm back on my dick
Back on that bullshit, full clip, don't play with a full deck
Hope my pack ain't caught up, it ain't made it to my hood yet
Did some niggas dirty, and I can't wait for the day they burn me
'Cause I showed them hoes no mercy, Lord forgive me, I was thirsty
Now nigga, you don't wanna see me when my sack low
I keep them killers at your front and at yo back door
Layed on a stretcher when its pressure, man we bust thangs
'Cause in the streets I claim, you gotta let ya nuts hang
Now nigga, you don't wanna see me when my sack low
I keep them killers at your front and at yo back door
Layed on a stretcher when its pressure, man we bust thangs
'Cause in the streets I claim, you gotta let ya nuts hang
You don't wanna see me with that sack low
My name ain't Jody, but I'm coming through your back door
In all black, no mask, with a .45
And if this pussy buck a lick, then it's homicide
I'm from Zone 4 Atlanta, where these killers ride
Snatch a nigga out the car and take a nigga pride
And if we beefing in these streets, ain't nowhere you can hide
We kill a nigga, dump his body on 285
I'm getting tired of all these fuck niggas running around
Talking all that tough shit
Like you've been there and you've sold that
But in real life you don't run shit
My homie called me with a big lick
10,000 pills, about 10 bricks
I'm walking in with that big stick
Gonna lay it down with that dope dick
Now nigga, you don't wanna see me when my sack low
I keep them killers at your front and at yo back door
Layed on a stretcher when its pressure, man we bust thangs
'Cause in the streets I claim, you gotta let ya nuts hang
Now nigga, you don't wanna see me when my sack low
I keep them killers at your front and at yo back door
Layed on a stretcher when its pressure, man we bust thangs
'Cause in the streets I claim, you gotta let ya nuts hang
The lyrics of "Let Ya Nuts Hang" by Freddie Gibbs feat. Scrilla depict the harsh reality of street life, where violence and drugs are pervasive. Gibbs talks about the consequences of living in such an environment, stating that his "sack low" - a reference to his profits from drug selling - makes him dangerous and unpredictable. He asserts his power in the streets by keeping "killers" at the front and back doors of his enemies, emphasizing the importance of being fearless and intimidating in order to survive in this world.
The second verse speaks to the struggles faced by black Americans, especially those living in poverty. Gibbs acknowledges the cyclical nature of violence and criminal activity in certain neighborhoods, where "doing wrong is [their] rite of passage." Despite his attempts to connect with the community ("trying to interact with the 'matics"), he acknowledges that his actions are simply a product of his environment. The song ends with him talking about a successful drug deal and his inevitable return to the street life, showcasing how the allure of profit and power can be hard to resist.
Line by Line Meaning
Now nigga, you dont wanna see me when my sack low
You better not mess with me when I'm low on drugs.
I keep them killers at your front and at yo back door
I have dangerous people protecting me from all angles.
Layed on a stretcher when its pressure, man we bust thangs
If there's any trouble, we'll take any means necessary to defend ourselves.
Cause in the streets I claim, you gotta let ya nuts hang
In this urban lifestyle, we have to be confident and assertive to survive.
Caught in the cycle, black American psychopathic
I'm trapped in a dangerous environment that makes me behave irrationally.
And I can't do right, nigga, doing wrong is my rite of passage
I have no choice but to do illegal activities because that's what I've always done.
Straight in the street life, I'm trying to interact with the 'matics
I'm trying to navigate this lifestyle, but it's not easy.
One hundred baggies all wrapped in plastic, I'm living savage
I have a lot of drugs that I'm selling, and I live a violent lifestyle.
It's hot in these damn streets, shot this nigga last week
The environment I'm in is dangerous, and I've been involved in violent incidents recently.
Police on my last nerve, I'mma gon' make this last serve
I'm under a lot of pressure from the police, but I have to keep selling drugs to survive.
And hit 65 South and get low than a bitch
I'm going to escape and lay low for a while.
You see me back in the g, then that means I'm back on my dick
If you see me back in the neighborhood, I'm up to no good.
Back on that bullshit, full clip, don't play with a full deck
I'm up to my old ways, and I'm not someone to mess with.
Hope my pack ain't caught up, it ain't made it to my hood yet
I hope my drug shipment hasn't been intercepted by the police before it arrives in my neighborhood.
Did some niggas dirty, and I can't wait for the day they burn me
I've wronged some people, and I know there will be consequences for my actions.
Cause I showed them hoes no mercy, Lord forgive me, I was thirsty
I was reckless and violent because of my thirst for money and power, and I regret my actions.
You don't wanna see me with that sack low
You don't want to cross me when I'm low on drugs.
My name ain't Jody, but I'm coming through your back door
I'm going to enter your home unannounced and cause trouble.
In all black, no mask, with a .45
I'm dressed up to conceal my identity, and I have a gun with me for protection.
And if this pussy buck a lick, then it's homicide
If anyone tries to rob me, I will kill them.
I'm from Zone 4 Atlanta, where these killers ride
I'm from a dangerous part of Atlanta where violent criminals are common.
Snatch a nigga out the car and take a nigga pride
I'm willing to commit violent crimes to assert my dominance over others.
And if we beefing in these streets, ain't nowhere you can hide
If we're in a conflict, there's nowhere you can go to escape me.
We kill a nigga, dump his body on 285
If we kill someone, we will dispose of their body on the highway.
I'm getting tired of all these fuck niggas running around
I'm fed up with people who talk a big game but don't follow through with their actions.
Talking all that tough shit
Boasting about being tough and violent.
Like you've been there and you've sold that
Acting like you have experience with drugs and violence, but you really don't.
But in real life you don't run shit
In reality, you're not in control of anything.
My homie called me with a big lick
My friend called me with a large potential profit opportunity in drugs.
10,000 pills, about 10 bricks
I have access to a large quantity of drugs to sell.
I'm walking in with that big stick
I'm entering the drug deal armed and ready to protect myself.
Gonna lay it down with that dope dick
I'm going to sell the drugs I have and make a lot of money.
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: Tipton Fredrick Jamel
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
kevinseveneleven
One of the rawest beats I heard in years
Brenden O'Leary
great rapper. hate how under appreciated he is
Consistent Collector
Truly an underrated artist.. REAL is not appreciated anymore it seems... rap game got fucked up...
TnT
U bet, train to this track every day
AlteredM!nd
MY NIGGA YOU DONT WANNA SEE ME WHEN MY SACK LOW.
fucking love this whole album... still bump this shit in 2018
Daniel Carani
great music nothing more nothin less
Chinx 4eva
🔥🔥🔥
Arkatech Beatz
Thanks!
hastyrebel
dope song
Brennan Long
Beat is ill