1995 Lyrics – Freddie Gibbs, The Alchemist

Read the full 1995 lyrics by Freddie Gibbs and The Alchemist along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Freddie Gibbs's music, you can also explore Gold Feet and Mar-A-Lago, two other songs by Freddie Gibbs.

[Intro]
Check, check
N!gga, check, check (Get yo' ass, motherfu*ker)
Yeah, yeah (Just the way God planned it)

[Verse 1]
It's the way God planned it, hoe, you can't stand it
We don't die, we multiply like rabbits
Ran back like an addict
Took the high road on n!ggas, I'm riding overpasses
Nothing in your catalog classic, you Shaqting like Thanasis
Godfather Kane, I turned these sons to ba*tards
Belt to ass like Joseph Jackson
No relaxing, wrapping n!ggas in plastic
Yeah (If you don't start, no one'll finish)
It's alright if they wanna start that s*it, yeah
Yeah
It's alright, 'cause I'ma talk my s*it, yeah (It's perfectly alright with me)
B!tches snake me, I'ma still be alright, yeah
Yeah, yeah, n!ggas hating, but I'm still gonna be out there slamming
Had to come back for the sequel, ain't no equal
Riggs and Murtaugh, this s*it lethal
Plucking the feathers off this eagle, when I chef it
Got that girl and stripped her naked
Put that b!tch right back together
Made that hoe come back with extra
I'm the Barksdale of my section (Nah)
Nah, I'm the Marlo of my section
B!tch, my history ain't no mystery
Boy, your bars is under question, under review
Nothing new, another crew of Freddie clones
I put more n!ggas on this field than Jerry Jones
Leave that man alone, yeah

[Bridge]
(Know what I'm sayin, n!gga? Boy, leave that man alone)
Yeah, yeah
It's alright if they wanna talk that s*it, yeah (Got a saying)
Yeah, yeah
I heard that n!gga'll never walk right, b!tch
Yeah, uh, yeah, uh
B!tches snake me, I'ma still be alright, yeah
Yeah, yeah
N!ggas hating, I'ma still be alright, yeah

[Verse 2]
N!ggas hating, I'ma still be alright, yeah
Seats was gravy, the DeVille was all white, yeah
We smash like mashed potatoes, tax evaders
Shout my brother Hanni, I just made like one-point-five in Asia, yeah
Man, this s*it crazy, how a n!gga done went from nick rocks to wet whip
Gen Pop to Netflix, yeah
I was in the cell making up a setlist for my next show, for my next lick
I was suicidal with a death wish, yeah, uh
If I flew her out, it was a s*x trip, now my baby momma 'bout to set trip
I don't give a s*it, these n!ggas ain't with the s*it
These n!ggas ain't living it
'03, I was in selling reggie in a box, Chevy on spinners, b!tch
Got a dope boy certificate (Certificate, yeah)
I'm from the East Side Crime Syndicate, straight thugged out
You a cartoon, thug-nificent, but I broke the mold
Made her crack the safe, only time I broke the code
N!gga be twice as rich if it wasn't for clothes, alcohol and hoes, yeah
I want the dope, alcohol and hoes
Gotta stop tricking on every Rubi and Amber Rose, yeah
I'm still in my prime, I've seen these hoes get old
No shoulder left to cry on, hoe, my shoulder's cold
It's what you chose, yeah (That's what you chose, b!tch)

[Refrain]
Ooh (Hah, you knew the job was crooked)
Freddie Kane, why you do 'em so cold? (But you took it, yeah)
I said, no (Get ready for these n!ggas and these b!tches)
Freddie Kane, why you do 'em so cold?

[Verse 3]
Yeah, this the way god planned it, b!tch, understand it
We don't die, we multiply, just like rabbits, you Shaqting like Thanasis
With the fetti thick like molasses, I'm out here stacking cabbage
B!tch, I'm coming right at you, put on your 3-D glasses, uh
No Ticketmaster, we ain't giving passes
Buy all the front row tickets to your show and make that s*it disastrous, yeah (N!gga)
Shoot up the front and get them b!tches canceled
Hold your whole career for ransom, money call, you scared to answer, yeah
I know you n!ggas thought I was scared to answer back
These hip-hop cops is on my sack, I've really been plotting on my attack
N!ggas really don't want no smoke, they want that clout s*it off the bat
Man, this rap beef s*it is corny now, I'd rather not be attached
To none of these lame-ass n!ggas
You can't do another interview without the Kane Train getting mentioned
Knock a n!gga off with this bulldog, fu*k switches and extensions
Send a salmon back in your fanny pack, hoe, you sleeping with the fishes
Piss on you b!tches

[Refrain]
Ooh
Freddie Kane, why you do 'em so cold?
I said, no
Freddie Kane, why you do 'em so cold?

[Outro]
Yeah, let's go n!gga (Why us?)
I'm back, b!tch ('Cause you two are the most qualified for the job)
Fifty in the clip, yeah
Why you do 'em so cold?, yeah
(??)
It's not working like that
(??)
I'll see what I can do