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."
Str8 Killa No Filla
Freddie Gibbs Lyrics
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But I'll cut more raw than fuckin' weight before I do you, bitch
Turn around click for the 223 for the fuck niggas you moving with
And it feel like 'em when I'm on this robbing spree I hope yo crew agree
Snatching on these simple-ass niggas claim they gon' murder something
Niggas been talking bout murkin' the Gangster, you hoes ain't murkin' nothing
To the street shit a nigga never been no stranger, choppers? Keep a couple dozen
Never been the bird man, but I done robbed a couple of 'em
Reaper came down and hit the switch and turned off your fucking lights
Bitches be like, "Don't talk to Freddie, that nigga crazy"
When I first jumped off the porch older niggas tried to play me, but I got
Big balls, big paws on a small puppy
Now I'm the big dog and you mutts ain't got nothing for me
Fresh out the guts, most niggas fear it, few niggas love it
Just give me my motherfucking money
'Cause all I got is
Straight killa, no filla
No sipping for a ho
Ain't taking shit from no nigga
I came up in the fingers with jackers and dro dealers
Sorry partner but I can't be rolling with ya
I gots to get my cheese
Been in the streets too long, nigga I gotta shine
Yeah, I might hate doing wrong but bitch I gotta grind
Daughter need shoes, my sons need clothes
Two baby mamas fussing, I ain't stunting these hoes
I'm slamming them Chevy do's
Blowing Kill behind the wheel
Gittin' mo' and sliding them boulders out the Bonneville
You say never buy go hard, but his momma will
Jacked him for his package, dropped his body off behind a mill
Big Kill! Bitch I'm known to pull a 211
Them Gary police are scared of that 187
I see 'em on me so I bend a couple corners then
San Antonio to Dayton, get back on the feds
Nigga got that straight drop, hand block stay hot
Girls say he bout to test a nigga, bitch I think not
.45 sands leave you leaking out your tank top
Fuck with me I'm down to let them things pop
'Cause I got that
Straight killa, no filla
No sipping for a ho
Ain't taking shit from no nigga
I came up in the fingers with jackers and dro dealers
Sorry partner but I can't be rolling with ya
I gots to get my cheese
Neckid bitch, white sheet on the stretcher bitch
Gone in sixty seconds bitch, couple shots is all I left 'em with
Hit 'em for the muhfuckin weight but I got my face sliced up by some Mexicans
Muhfuckas bout they luda stab and shoot ya for them presidents
'Cause ever since we was toddlers, we knew that we needed dollars
Tryna live off illegal product, yeah the shit they don't teach in college
Most niggas don't need no products, these corners is all they know
My homie 16 and won't see daylight till he 64
That's just how we livin' though, with limited opportunity
Twisted off reefer, parents and teachers could not get through to me
My nigga pimp was schoolin' me, put me up on the game
Don't think with your dick, but make ya bitch keep yo dick on the brain
Since then I been on it mane, and ain't thought about lookin' back
When push come to shove you can't be no pushover pushin' packs
So bitch what you lookin' at? Keep them eyeballs to the floor
We robbin' these rappin' niggas for actin' like they ain't know
You fuckin' with a killa
Straight killa, no filla
No sipping for a ho
Ain't taking shit from no nigga
I came up in the fingers with jackers and dro dealers
Sorry partner but I can't be rolling with ya
I gots to get my cheese
The lyrics of the song "Str8 Killa No Filla" by Freddie Gibbs contain stories and descriptions of drug dealing, robbery, and murder. The first verse talks about Freddie's readiness to take someone's life with just five shots to the face, but he would rather cut raw drugs before doing so. He also brags about his ability to rob and kill anyone who stands in his way, and how he enjoys watching them beg for their lives. The second verse describes the difficult life of growing up in the streets, where drug dealing and gang violence are a prevalent reality. Freddie emphasizes the importance of money in his life, as he has children to feed and two baby mamas to keep satisfied. The last verse tells a story of a violent act, where Freddie and his crew kill someone and slice his face up, which almost results in retaliation from a Mexican gang.
Line by Line Meaning
Five shots to the face, that'll do the trick
I will shoot you five times in the face which will be enough to kill you
But I'll cut more raw than fuckin' weight before I do you, bitch
I will sell more raw drugs than focus on killing you
Turn around click for the 223 for the fuck niggas you moving with
I will shoot your associates with a 223 as soon as they turn around
And it feel like 'em when I'm on this robbing spree I hope yo crew agree
During my crime spree, I hope that your crew also feels the heat
Snatching on these simple-ass niggas claim they gon' murder something
I am stealing from people who think they can commit murder
Niggas been talking bout murkin' the Gangster, you hoes ain't murkin' nothing
People have been talking about trying to murder me, but they are unsuccessful
To the street shit a nigga never been no stranger, choppers? Keep a couple dozen
I am no stranger to the street lifestyle, and I own several guns
Never been the bird man, but I done robbed a couple of 'em
I have robbed some wealthy people, but I am not the Birdman
I get such a rush as I watch 'em beg for they fucking life
I experience an adrenaline rush when I watch people beg for their lives
Reaper came down and hit the switch and turned off your fucking lights
I killed you and turned off the lights by being the Grim Reaper
Bitches be like, "Don't talk to Freddie, that nigga crazy"
People advise not to talk to me because I am crazy
When I first jumped off the porch older niggas tried to play me, but I got
When I first started living on my own, older people tried to take advantage of me
Big balls, big paws on a small puppy
I may be small, but I am fearless, with big balls to prove it
Now I'm the big dog and you mutts ain't got nothing for me
Now, I am the most powerful person, and you cannot do anything to stop me
Fresh out the guts, most niggas fear it, few niggas love it
I am fresh from committing crimes, and most people are afraid of me, but some like me
Just give me my motherfucking money
Just pay me what you owe me
Been in the streets too long, nigga I gotta shine
I have spent too much time living in the streets, and I need money
Yeah, I might hate doing wrong but bitch I gotta grind
Even though I do not like doing illegal activities, I have to make money
Daughter need shoes, my sons need clothes
I have to buy shoes for my daughter and clothes for my sons
Two baby mamas fussing, I ain't stunting these hoes
I have two baby mamas harassing me, but I do not care
I'm slamming them Chevy do's
I am driving my Chevy car fast
Blowing Kill behind the wheel
I am smoking something illegal as I drive
Gittin' mo' and sliding them boulders out the Bonneville
I am obtaining money and getting rid of illegal substances out of my car
You say never buy go hard, but his momma will
You may not buy drugs, but his mother does
Jacked him for his package, dropped his body off behind a mill
I stole his package and left his dead body behind a factory
Big Kill! Bitch I'm known to pull a 211
I am known to commit robbery and theft
Them Gary police are scared of that 187
The police in Gary, Indiana are afraid of me because I have committed murder in the past
I see 'em on me so I bend a couple corners then
I see that the police are following me, so I change my route
San Antonio to Dayton, get back on the feds
I travel from San Antonio to Dayton and avoid the FBI
Nigga got that straight drop, hand block stay hot
I am selling uncut drugs, and the area is constantly under police surveillance
Girls say he bout to test a nigga, bitch I think not
People think I am going to test them, but I will not play that game
.45 sands leave you leaking out your tank top
I shoot people with my .45 caliber gun and cause them to bleed
Fuck with me I'm down to let them things pop
Do not mess with me, or else I will shoot you
Neckid bitch, white sheet on the stretcher bitch
I have killed someone, and now their body is being carried away
Gone in sixty seconds bitch, couple shots is all I left 'em with
I killed someone in less than a minute, with only a few shots
Hit 'em for the muhfuckin weight but I got my face sliced up by some Mexicans
I stole someone's drugs, but I was attacked by Mexicans and received a facial injury
Muhfuckas bout they luda stab and shoot ya for them presidents
People are willing to stab or shoot others for money
'Cause ever since we was toddlers, we knew that we needed dollars
Since we were young children, we knew we needed money to survive
Tryna live off illegal product, yeah the shit they don't teach in college
We are trying to survive by selling drugs, which is not taught in college
Most niggas don't need no products, these corners is all they know
Many people do not need drugs but have no other means of income
My homie 16 and won't see daylight till he 64
My friend is in prison and will not be released until he is 64 years old
That's just how we livin' though, with limited opportunity
This is how we are living, with few legal opportunities
Twisted off reefer, parents and teachers could not get through to me
I was heavily intoxicated on marijuana and did not listen to my parents or teachers
My nigga pimp was schoolin' me, put me up on the game
My friend was teaching me how to sell drugs and survive on the streets
Don't think with your dick, but make ya bitch keep yo dick on the brain
Do not let your sexual desires get in the way of your survival, but keep your partner motivated and focused
Since then I been on it mane, and ain't thought about lookin' back
Ever since then, I have been involved in illegal activities and have not regretted it
When push come to shove you can't be no pushover pushin' packs
In this line of work, you cannot be weak and must stand your ground
So bitch what you lookin' at? Keep them eyeballs to the floor
Stop staring at me, and look away
We robbin' these rappin' niggas for actin' like they ain't know
We are robbing rappers who act like they are not aware of the risks involved in illegal activities
You fuckin' with a killa
You are interacting with a person who has killed before and is willing to do it again
Straight killa, no filla
I am a killer with no hesitation
No sipping for a ho
I am not wasting time with drugs or alcohol
Ain't taking shit from no nigga
I am not letting anyone take anything from me
I came up in the fingers with jackers and dro dealers
I was raised around people who committed robbery and sold drugs
Sorry partner but I can't be rolling with ya
I cannot associate with you any longer
I gots to get my cheese
I need to make money
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: Cory Parham, Freddie Gibbs, Leighton Hicks
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