Freddie has said in several interviews that this was the hardest Madlib beat for him to rap over.
Scarface
Freddie Gibbs Lyrics
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Chiefing on that, think I hear my heart beat
Freddie smoking, got me rolling stogies on a dark street
Let's jack this nigga cause he got some shit we can't afford
Another day in Gary, 'nother couple niggas in the morgue
He got the beating, his weed crumbs on plush seats
Niggas wanna hate, they get yellow tape'd and white sheets
All the bullets tagging my name on this banana clip
Life's a bitch, I was a virgin, hope she let me fuck
Pray I miss before a nigga bust his last nut
Homie '84 got the same ribs that mine had
Freddie jumped up in it like fetch me in with the dime bags
I started small time, dope game, cocaine
Pulling stick ups to the nigga from a no name
Diamond bezel, went from pebbles to a whole thing
Now them punk detectives in my section know my whole name
Gibbs, nigga
The lyrics "Blood gushing, I think I hear a sirens" from the song "Scarface" by Freddie Gibbs and Madlib is a vivid description of the violent lifestyle they depict through their music. With Gibbs on the verse, he sets the tone with his gritty baritone voice and tells a story of his experiences in Gary, Indiana. The lyrics allude to the sound of blood flowing from a wound and the sound of police sirens, which implies that someone has been hurt badly. The scene is one of chaos and danger, where the characters are constantly on the run from the law and from rival gang members.
The next set of lyrics show Gibbs and his friend smoking and rolling joints, while planning to rob someone. The lyrics "Let's jack this nigga cause he got some shit we can't afford" is a classic example of the desperation that drives young people to commit crimes. The lyrics also allude to the fact that Gary is a poverty-stricken area, where people struggle to make ends meet. The verse ends with Gibbs rapping about how he has risen from a small-time criminal to a big-time drug dealer, who is now being targeted by the police.
Line by Line Meaning
Blood gushing, I think I hear a sirens
I'm smoking weed so heavily that I can hear my own heartbeat and the sound of police sirens in the distance after injuring someone.
Chiefing on that, think I hear my heart beat
I'm smoking marijuana so much that I can hear my own heartbeat.
Freddie smoking, got me rolling stogies on a dark street
My friend Freddie is smoking weed and it's got me so paranoid that I'm rolling cigars in a dimly lit street.
Let's jack this nigga cause he got some shit we can't afford
We're going to rob this guy because he has something we want and can't afford.
Another day in Gary, 'nother couple niggas in the morgue
It's just another day in Gary, Indiana, and a few more people have died.
He got the beating, his weed crumbs on plush seats
We beat up the guy we robbed and there are traces of his marijuana on the luxurious seats of our car.
Niggas wanna hate, they get yellow tape'd and white sheets
We'll kill anyone who hates or disrespects us and they'll end up being covered in yellow police tape and white sheets (as a body bag).
And he steady talking, my chopper, he gonna let it rip
The guy we robbed is still talking, so I'm threatening him with my gun (chopper) and warning him that I might shoot.
All the bullets tagging my name on this banana clip
I've loaded my gun with a clip of bullets and each one has my name on it as if I personally authorized it.
Life's a bitch, I was a virgin, hope she let me fuck
Life can be tough, but I was inexperienced and naive, so I hope it will treat me well.
Pray I miss before a nigga bust his last nut
I hope I can shoot someone without getting caught by the police or killed by their friends before I die.
Homie '84 got the same ribs that mine had
My friend in 1984 had the same experience of getting shot in the ribs as I did.
Freddie jumped up in it like fetch me in with the dime bags
My friend Freddie quickly joined my drug dealing business and helped me sell dime bags of drugs.
I started small time, dope game, cocaine
I began selling small amounts of drugs (dope), specifically cocaine.
Pulling stick ups to the nigga from a no name
I started robbing people who didn't have a reputation or prominence in the community.
Diamond bezel, went from pebbles to a whole thing
I upgraded from cheap, small diamond jewelry to an expensive diamond bezel.
Now them punk detectives in my section know my whole name
The detectives in my neighborhood know me and everything about me.
Gibbs, nigga
Just an affirmation of my name as Freddie Gibbs.
Lyrics © EMPIRE PUBLISHING
Written by: Otis Jackson, Fredrick Jamel Tipton
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@hussainhhhh5571
Blood gushing, I think I hear a sirens'
Chiefing on that, think I hear my heart beat
Freddie smoking, got me rolling stogies on a dark street
Let's jack this nigga cause he got some shit we can't afford
Another day in Gary, 'nother couple niggas in the morgue
He got the beating, his weed crumbs on plush seats
Niggas wanna hate, they get yellow tape'd and white sheets
And he steady talking, my chopper, he gonna let it rip
All the bullets tagging my name on this banana clip
Life's a bitch, I was a virgin, hope she let me fuck
Pray I miss before a nigga bust his last nut
Homie '84 got the same ribs that mine had
Freddie jumped up in it like fetch me in with the dime bags
I started small time, dope game, cocaine
Pulling stick ups to the nigga from a no name
Diamond bezel, went from pebbles to a whole thing
Now them punk detectives in my section know my whole name
Gibbs, nigga
@kevinfinnerty8071
[Intro]
Blood gushing, I think I hear sirens
Uh, yo kill the motherfucker, kill him right, man (Scarface)
Do the shit point blank, nigga, yeah
Don't muh'fuckin freeze (that's how you do a murder right)
Uh, yeah (we gon' have a muh'fuckin murder 187, nigga)
[Verse]
Chiefing on that, think I hear my heart beat
Smoking, got me rolling stogies on a dark street
Let's jack this nigga cause he got some shit we can't afford
Another day in Gary, 'nother couple niggas in the morgue
He got the beating, his weed crumbs on plush seats
Niggas wanna hate, they get yellow tape'd and white sheets
And he steady talking, my chopper, he gonna let it rip
All the bullets that got my name on 'em still in the clip
Life's a bitch, I was a virgin, hope she let me fuck
Pray I miss before a nigga bust his last nut
Homie '84 got the same rims that mine had
Freddie jumped up in it like freshman year with the dime bags
I started small time, dope game, cocaine
Pulling stick ups to the nigga from a no-name
Diamond bezel, went from pebbles to a whole thing
Now them punk detectives in my section know my whole name
Gibbs, nigga
@matsurvomami5418
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Scarface
Freddie Gibbs & Madlib
On the first full-length song of Piñata with rapping from Gangsta Gibbs, he raps about his thuggish… read more »
SCARFACE LYRICS
[Produced by Madlib]
[Intro]
Blood gushing, I think I hear sirens
Uh, yo kill the motherfucker, kill him right, man (Scarface)
Do the shit point blank, nigga, yeah
Don't muh'fuckin freeze (that's how you do a murder right)
Uh, yeah (we gon' have a muh'fuckin murder 187, nigga)
[Verse]
Chiefing on that, think I hear my heart beat
Smoking, got me rolling stogies on a dark street
Let's jack this nigga cause he got some shit we can't afford
Another day in Gary, 'nother couple niggas in the morgue
He got the beating, his weed crumbs on plush seats
Niggas wanna hate, they get yellow tape'd and white sheets
And he steady talking, my chopper, he gonna let it rip
All the bullets that got my name on 'em still in the clip
Life's a bitch, I was a virgin, hope she let me fuck
Pray I miss before a nigga bust his last nut
Homie '84 got the same rims that mine had
Freddie jumped up in it like freshman year with the dime bags
I started small time, dope game, cocaine
Pulling stick ups to the nigga from a no-name
Diamond bezel, went from pebbles to a whole thing
Now them punk detectives in my section know my whole name
Gibbs, nigga
[Interlude]
Nothing wrong 'bout that motherfucking point blank murder, nigga
Muh'fuckin armed robbery, nigga, what you know about that?
Muh'fuckin strong arm shit, nigga, A100
Know what I'm saying, bitch?
Been there, done it, you know what I'm saying, goddammit?
Muh'fuckin ski mask, you know, what you know about that?
Muh'fuckin duct tape to a nigga face, nigga
You know what I'm saying? That's real shit
Muh'fuckin, putting hoes on the muh'fuckin ground, nigga
Whole families, nigga, kids, everything goddammit
Grandma, uncle, cousin, er'rybody on the goddamn floor, bitch
Uh, yeah, slime
[Outro]
And all the gangbusters and facts that show
The operation of our law enforcement officials
In their war against the underworld
Thinking about the swinging times and all
I'm gonna tell my children's children what life is all about
And hopefully they'll have just enough soul to figure it out
@maxsk3809
Blood gushing, I think I hear a sirens'
Chiefing on that, think I hear my heart beat
Freddie smoking, got me rolling stogies on a dark street
Let's jack this nigga cause he got some shit we can't afford
Another day in Gary, 'nother couple niggas in the morgue
He got the beating, his weed crumbs on plush seats
Niggas wanna hate, they get yellow tape'd and white sheets
And he steady talking, my chopper, he gonna let it rip
All the bullets tagging my name on this banana clip
Life's a bitch, I was a virgin, hope she let me fuck
Pray I miss before a nigga bust his last nut
Homie '84 got the same ribs that mine had
Freddie jumped up in it like fetch me in with the dime bags
I started small time, dope game, cocaine
Pulling stick ups to the nigga from a no name
Diamond bezel, went from pebbles to a whole thing
Now them punk detectives in my section know my whole name
Gibbs, nigga
@randyogbonna
if this album drop on the 90s it will be one of the best album that never be forgot
@sully9937
💯
@DonYoGi8331
Realshit...Freddie don't belong in this era
@davidphilipkarlsson
@@DonYoGi8331 he belong in the future
@DonYoGi8331
@@davidphilipkarlsson but could fit in in the 90s. People act like the 90s wasn't the era of the greats or sumn.
@Gilman93
if Gibbs was around in the 90's and Madlib had these beats avaliable cocaine Piñata wouldn't exist because 2pac would have earned the right to use these beats over freddie, sorry
@El6Magico6Arlequin6
madlib composed a hard-hitting, ear-hooking groove of a beat and freddie just murders the shit out of it.
@kenny7151
Jesus H. Christ Even Jesus fucking with it.
@elchiponr1
true dat
@michaelotis223
Thank you Jesus!