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."
Twos and Fews
Freddie Gibbs Lyrics
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Thug niggas and bitches off in my neighborhood
'Bout to hit that pop with that product, make sure ya paper good
Statistics ain't in my favor, but I'mma make it through it
Don't work no job, man a nigga can't even get insurance
How you supposed to take ya babies on a doctor visit?
These conditions validate my excuse for this type of living
Gotta watch these cops 'cause I'm pushing poison like Michael Bivins
The Stick Up Man, so cut me in or cut it out, bitch
Quick to walk my dog up to your doorstep if you doubt this
Bury me with Swishers and at least an ounce to bounce with
Corporate Thuggin Mafia, you 'bout that life, or you ain't 'bout shit
Picture me rolling that brand new Ferrari California
And the sex was great, fuck a second date, it was nice to know ya
A bougie bitch that can't take the smoke, she ain't like the odor
Fresh off the dopehouse with geekers tweaking off my aroma
Fuck your artists, pistol charges, man I got like two of those
Better know when it come to them choppers, got quite a few of those, nigga
A few of those get me right for the nighttime
Getting gone 'til I see the sunlight shine
Yo pick to stay with a pack of bitches, that's super cold
That OG Kush and them platinum cookies, I'm stupid blowed
So whatcha need out the trunk, 'cause I got like two of those
And when it comes to them choppers, got quite a few of those nigga
A few of those get me right for the nighttime
Getting gone 'til I see the sunlight shine
Yo pick to stay with a pack of bitches, that's super cold
That OG Kush and them platinum cookies, I'm stupid blowed
So whatcha need out the trunk, 'cause I got like two of those
And when it comes to them choppers, got quite a few of those nigga
I said I'm fresh off my flight, nigga, New York City
Had the tool in the club like I'm Shyne and Diddy
Said this shit can get ugly like Craig Mack
And my niggas in ya crib asking where that bread at?
Club, that means a few bottles, a few shots mayne
Live and die in LV, 2pac mayne
Thought they had me boxed in, boxed in the corner
I guess they didn't know my momma had me on the corner?
All I know is crack rock, crack spots, nigga, crack pots
They say hit the dealership and buy the whole lot
See I'm irresponsible, I lost the whole top
And this shit I'm smoking on, it cost a whole lot
Give my niggas 20 grand, shoot up your whole block
Catch ya slipping on the porch, knock off ya whole top
It's the world motherfucker, next the universe
Counting paper hurt my hand, I need a fuckin' nurse
It's Young Jizzle motherfucker, I get it how I live
You pussy niggas getting love, there go Gangsta Gibbs
A few of those get me right for the nighttime
Getting gone 'til I see the sunlight shine
Yo pick to stay with a pack of bitches, that's super cold
That OG Kush and them platinum cookies, I'm stupid blowed
So whatcha need out the trunk, 'cause I got like two of those
And when it comes to them choppers, got quite a few of those nigga
A few of those get me right for the nighttime
Getting gone 'til I see the sunlight shine
Yo pick to stay with a pack of bitches, that's super cold
That OG Kush and them platinum cookies, I'm stupid blowed
So whatcha need out the trunk, 'cause I got like two of those
And when it comes to them choppers, got quite a few of those nigga
Gangsta Gibbs ho
Two bitches cooking in the crib ho
A quarter kilo and some Kool Aid in the fridge ho
Thuggish ruggish black motherfucker in a black lac
Black talon knock the letters off a snapback
He pushing packages, I think he in the rat pack
We got the villa in Anguilla, blowing anthrax
Mob shit, there really ain't no speaking about this thing of ours
Born and raised up in the G, a nigga beat the odds
You see me floating to the crib with a fleet of broads
Might wanna fuck in my garage when they see them cars
These niggas drop that goofy shit and yeah I'm sure it sold
There's real niggas rapping, there's only a few of those, nigga
In the first verse of Freddie Gibbs and Young Jeezy's song "Twos and Fews," Gibbs raps about the struggles of living in impoverished neighborhoods while in the drug game. He emphasizes the difficulty of living without a job and not having access to healthcare, which renders the necessity of dealing drugs that lead people to poverty in the first place. Gibbs even goes further to state that these conditions provide validation or excuses for this kind of living. The lyrics also showcase the risks that come with selling drugs, such as the pressure from the police, and how gang violence can lead to one's death. By expressing these experiences, Gibbs aims to give voice to those living in poverty with little to no resources.
In the second verse, Young Jeezy shows off his wealth but also highlights his gangster life experiences. He discusses the different crimes he had committed, how he carries a gun with him wherever he goes and, how he can shoot up an entire block if needed. Jeezy also emphasizes that he is a gangster, implying that he is not someone to mess around with, and brags about his material possessions such as his luxury cars and his villa in Anguilla. The lyrics show Jeezy's mentality of always being on guard and ready for any situation while also enjoying his wealth.
The song "Twos and Fews" (also known as "2 Legit 2 Quit") is a collaboration between two rappers from different coasts, Freddie Gibbs, who hails from Gary, Indiana, and Young Jeezy from Atlanta, Georgia.
The song was produced by the legendary producer Lex Luger, who was also responsible for producing songs like "Hard in the Paint" by Waka Flocka Flame, "B.M.F. (Blowin' Money Fast)" by Rick Ross, and "H.A.M." by Jay-Z and Kanye West.
The song was released as a single in 2011 and was featured on Gibbs' collaborative album with Madlib, "Piñata," which was released in 2014.
The title "Twos and Fews" refers to the term "two-for-a-few," which means trading two items (usually drugs) in exchange for a few items or money.
The song features a sample from the song "Stronger Than Me" by Amy Winehouse.
Freddie Gibbs has mentioned in interviews that this song was the first time he ever worked with Young Jeezy.
The phrase "a few of those get me right for the nighttime" is a reference to needing drugs to help them function.
The music video for "Twos and Fews" features both Freddie Gibbs and Young Jeezy, with scenes of them in a recording studio and smoking weed.
The chord progression for the song is D#m, D#, Dm, A#.
In conclusion, "Twos and Fews" is a song that gives a voice to those living in poverty who find themselves forced to sell drugs to survive. It also showcases the struggles and dangers one faces when living the gangster lifestyle. The collaboration between Freddie Gibbs and Young Jeezy brings together two distinct voices from different coasts, which adds to the rawness and authenticity of the track.
Line by Line Meaning
I do it for the
I represent and make music for the thug niggas and bitches in my neighborhood.
'Bout to hit that pop with that product, make sure ya paper good
I'm about to go sell some drugs and make sure that whoever I'm selling to has enough money.
Statistics ain't in my favor, but I'mma make it through it
The odds are not in my favor to succeed, but I'm going to make it anyway.
Don't work no job, man a nigga can't even get insurance
I don't have a job and can't even afford insurance for myself.
How you supposed to take ya babies on a doctor visit?
Without a job, how am I supposed to afford to take my children to see a doctor?
These conditions validate my excuse for this type of living
My living conditions justify why I sell drugs and live this life.
Gotta watch these cops 'cause I'm pushing poison like Michael Bivins
I need to be careful of the cops because I'm selling illegal drugs like Michael Bivins.
Running in your spot where you have them chickens is my religion
Breaking into your house where you keep your drugs is my way of life.
The Stick Up Man, so cut me in or cut it out, bitch
I am a thief, so either give me a share of what you have or don't bother talking to me.
Quick to walk my dog up to your doorstep if you doubt this
I am not hesitant to bring my gun to your doorstep if you think I'm lying.
Bury me with Swishers and at least an ounce to bounce with
When I die, I want to be buried with cigars and drugs to keep me company.
Corporate Thuggin Mafia, you 'bout that life, or you ain't 'bout shit
I represent the Corporate Thuggin Mafia, and if you're not living this lifestyle, you're not worth my time.
Picture me rolling that brand new Ferrari California
Imagine me driving a new Ferrari California.
And the sex was great, fuck a second date, it was nice to know ya
Our sexual encounter was enjoyable, and I don't need to see you again.
A bougie bitch that can't take the smoke, she ain't like the odor
I met a stuck-up woman who couldn't handle the smell of my drugs.
Fresh off the dopehouse with geekers tweaking off my aroma
I just came from the drug house, and junkies are getting high off the smell of my drugs.
Fuck your artists, pistol charges, man I got like two of those
I don't care about your music artists; I'm too busy dealing with gun charges.
Better know when it come to them choppers, got quite a few of those, nigga
I have several guns at my disposal.
A few of those get me right for the nighttime
I need a few guns to feel safe at night.
Getting gone 'til I see the sunlight shine
I'll be out and about until I see the sun rise.
Yo pick to stay with a pack of bitches, that's super cold
I choose to hang out with a group of very attractive women.
That OG Kush and them platinum cookies, I'm stupid blowed
I am very high from smoking OG Kush and platinum cookies.
So whatcha need out the trunk, 'cause I got like two of those
What do you need from the trunk of my car? I have several options.
I said I'm fresh off my flight, nigga, New York City
I just arrived from a flight to New York City.
Had the tool in the club like I'm Shyne and Diddy
I had a gun with me when I went to the club, like Shyne and Diddy did.
Said this shit can get ugly like Craig Mack
This situation could get bad, like it did for Craig Mack.
And my niggas in ya crib asking where that bread at?
My friends are in your house, demanding to know where your money is.
Club, that means a few bottles, a few shots mayne
Going to the club means buying a few bottles and taking a few shots.
Live and die in LV, 2pac mayne
I represent Las Vegas, where you could live or die, like 2pac did.
Thought they had me boxed in, boxed in the corner
People thought they had me cornered and trapped.
I guess they didn't know my momma had me on the corner?
They didn't know that my upbringing taught me how to deal with being on the corner.
All I know is crack rock, crack spots, nigga, crack pots
All I know about is selling and smoking crack.
They say hit the dealership and buy the whole lot
People tell me to buy everything I want from the dealership.
See I'm irresponsible, I lost the whole top
I'm not very responsible, and I lost the top to my car.
And this shit I'm smoking on, it cost a whole lot
The drugs I'm smoking are very expensive.
Give my niggas 20 grand, shoot up your whole block
If you cross me, I will give my friends $20,000 to damage your entire neighborhood.
Catch ya slipping on the porch, knock off ya whole top
If I find you off guard on your front porch, I will shoot you in the head.
It's the world motherfucker, next the universe
I don't limit my goals to just the world, but aim for something bigger.
Counting paper hurt my hand, I need a fuckin' nurse
Counting money has caused me physical pain, and I need medical help.
It's Young Jizzle motherfucker, I get it how I live
I am Young Jeezy, and I earn money the only way I know how.
You pussy niggas getting love, there go Gangsta Gibbs
You weak and cowardly individuals are receiving love while I, Gangsta Gibbs, am ignored.
Two bitches cooking in the crib ho
Two women are cooking in my house.
A quarter kilo and some Kool Aid in the fridge ho
I have a quarter kilogram of drugs and some Kool-Aid in the refrigerator.
Thuggish ruggish black motherfucker in a black lac
I am a rough and tough black man, riding in a black car.
Black talon knock the letters off a snapback
I have a gun, capable of shooting off the letters from a snapback hat.
He pushing packages, I think he in the rat pack
He is selling drugs, and I believe he is part of a group of drug dealers.
We got the villa in Anguilla, blowing anthrax
We are living in a luxury villa in Anguilla, smoking high-quality drugs.
Mob shit, there really ain't no speaking about this thing of ours
I am involved in mob activity, and we don't talk about it freely.
Born and raised up in the G, a nigga beat the odds
I am from the ghetto but managed to succeed despite the odds.
You see me floating to the crib with a fleet of broads
You'll see me arrive at my house with a group of beautiful women.
Might wanna fuck in my garage when they see them cars
They might want to have sex in my garage when they see my luxurious cars.
These niggas drop that goofy shit and yeah I'm sure it sold
These rappers make silly music, and unfortunately, it sells.
There's real niggas rapping, there's only a few of those, nigga
There are few rappers like me who are genuine and authentic.
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: Tipton Fredrick Jamel
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
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