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."
Slammin'
Freddie Gibbs Lyrics
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Pulling stick ups, I guess I had to Glock and mask it
Nine zippers, let's bust that open, cut and bag it
Water whipper, I'm in the kitchen Str8 Slammin'
Thug niggas, and drug dealers, that's all I hang with
Puffing Swishers, and fucking hoes, we on the same shit
In the kitchen, gon' whip my weight up to a mansion
Eight figures, that's what I call Str8 Slammin
G.I. thuggin
Yes picture this Midwest nigga rollin'
Hardrock hustling
Bitches stick to the dick 'cause you know a nigga holding
Living on some pimp shit
I'mma let y'all chase hoes, I'mma get chosen
Keep a bitch dick whipped
Got a whole lotta broads that'll bust that open
Fresh up off a straight dope stain
I know my clothes still smell like cocaine
The real niggas understand
I ain't trying to be the man
If you put it in my hands, it'll go mayne
I keep a whole thing or better pushed to the side
Got like 32 bells of bubba kush in the ride
If you wanna get high, all drugs I provide
Getting my thug on where I preside
Nigga been bust at, still I survive
Push packs and I live to tell it in my raps
Lost a couple homies, I can never get 'em back
Life got me stressed, so I'm twisting up a sack
I'm street certified, nigga, check my stats
Back up to the wall 'cause I'm coming up to bat
And these little niggas said they got racks on racks
So the stick up man had to put the tax on the tax
Got damn
Can you picture a nigga out here clocking cash and
Pulling stick ups, I guess I had to Glock and mask it
Nine zippers, let's bust that open, cut and bag it
Water whipper, I'm in the kitchen Str8 Slammin'
Thug niggas, and drug dealers, that's all I hang with
Puffing Swishers, and fucking hoes, we on the same shit
In the kitchen, gon' whip my weight up to a mansion
Eight figures, that's what I call Str8 Slammin
Fuck what I'm worth
Still out here on the grind
Trying to stack racks
Racks on racks, never caught slipping
Nigga get wrong, it's a toe tag
Fucks with the hood
Still eat good
Hanging with the killers with the black masks
They will kidnap your wife and kids
You niggas don't want that
Do what we gotta do to make it
Hope them jackers won't take it
If a nigga violate me I heard my young nigga's gon erase em
I don't fight over no bitches but I kill for bread
And I don't hang out with no niggas that sleep with Feds
Ride down on your block with that chopper, let that bitch go
If you try to open shop up, that shit closed
Money and the power
What we hustle for?
We already run ya house, ain't no kicking doors
Can you picture a nigga out here clocking cash and
Pulling stick ups, I guess I had to Glock and mask it
Nine zippers, let's bust that open, cut and bag it
Water whipper, I'm in the kitchen Str8 Slammin'
Thug niggas, and drug dealers, that's all I hang with
Puffing Swishers, and fucking hoes, we on the same shit
In the kitchen, gon' whip my weight up to a mansion
Eight figures, that's what I call Str8 Slammin
In the lyrics of Freddie Gibbs's song Slammin', he talks about his experiences as a drug dealer and criminal. He uses vivid imagery to describe how he used to pull stick-ups and wear a mask to hide his identity while doing so. He also talks about how he used to cut and bag open nine-zipper bags of drugs, including water-whipping, which is the process of making drugs more potent by mixing them with water. He also describes how he used to hang out with other thugs and drug dealers, puff Swishers, and have sex with women. He rhymes about his aspirations of making eight figures and moving from the kitchen to a mansion.
Throughout the song, Freddie Gibbs raps about his hard life and his experiences in the streets. He portrays himself as a victim of his circumstances and someone who has had to resort to a life of crime to make ends meet. However, he also talks about the dangers and the consequences of his criminal behavior. He mentions that he has lost friends to the streets and admits that the life he is living is not sustainable in the long run.
Line by Line Meaning
Can you picture a nigga out here clocking cash and
Can you imagine me hustling to get money?
Pulling stick ups, I guess I had to Glock and mask it
Robbing people was the only way I could make a living, so I had to carry a gun and wear a mask.
Nine zippers, let's bust that open, cut and bag it
I'm opening up a package with nine zippers of drugs in it, cutting it up, and bagging it for distribution.
Water whipper, I'm in the kitchen Str8 Slammin'
I'm cooking crack in the kitchen to sell, and I'm really good at it (Str8 Slammin').
Thug niggas, and drug dealers, that's all I hang with
The only people I socialize with are other criminals and drug dealers.
Puffing Swishers, and fucking hoes, we on the same shit
I smoke cigars and have sex with prostitutes, just like my friends.
In the kitchen, gon' whip my weight up to a mansion
I'm going to cook enough drugs to make a huge profit and buy a big house.
Eight figures, that's what I call Str8 Slammin
I consider myself to be extremely successful when I make eight figures (tens of millions), which is what I call Str8 Slammin'.
Fuck what I'm worth
I don't care about my social status or reputation.
Still out here on the grind
I'm still working hard to make money.
Trying to stack racks
I'm trying to save as much money as possible.
Racks on racks, never caught slipping
I always have a lot of money and never lose anything.
Nigga get wrong, it's a toe tag
If someone messes with me, they'll end up dead.
Fucks with the hood
I'm still associated with the ghetto and the people there.
Still eat good
I'm still able to eat well despite my financial situation.
Hanging with the killers with the black masks
I'm still friends with dangerous criminals who wear masks when they commit crimes.
They will kidnap your wife and kids
My friends are willing to harm innocent people in order to get what they want.
You niggas don't want that
You don't want to mess with us because we're violent and have nothing to lose.
Do what we gotta do to make it
We'll do whatever it takes to survive and make money, even if it's illegal or dangerous.
Hope them jackers won't take it
I hope I don't get robbed by thieves (jackers).
If a nigga violate me I heard my young nigga's gon erase em
If someone disrespects me, my younger friends will hurt or kill them.
I don't fight over no bitches but I kill for bread
I don't care about fighting over women, but I'm willing to kill to make money.
And I don't hang out with no niggas that sleep with Feds
I don't associate with snitches (people who work with law enforcement).
Ride down on your block with that chopper, let that bitch go
I'll drive down to your neighborhood with my gun and start shooting indiscriminately.
If you try to open shop up, that shit closed
If you try to compete with me in the drug game, I'll shut you down.
Money and the power
I value money and influence above all else.
What we hustle for?
Why do we work so hard to make money?
We already run ya house, ain't no kicking doors
We already control the drug game in this area, so there's no point in anyone else trying to compete with us.
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: Tipton Fredrick Jamel
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
Jason Letourneau
This song so slept on smh.
BIGD_OSpinner
Slammin' >>>>> Straight Slammin'
Coz
Boss flow
Wiley Ruffian
one of geeyub's best
John B
GOAT
Toon_On_24s
🔥
loudpackjones 501
thuggin!!
Gnarly Old Goat Dude
comparing lil b and freddie gibbs is like comparing... well freddie gibbs to lil b. it doesn't get much worse than lil b, I'd say he lowered the bar even further than originally thought possible from soulja boy.
Mr. MaxWellington
Have to come back to this
michigansucks 0111
Old gibbs was the best