The Big 2 Lyrics – Freddie Gibbs

Read the full The Big 2 lyrics by Freddie Gibbs 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 1995 and Gold Feet, two other songs by Freddie Gibbs.

[Intro]
(There is nothing I wouldn’t do for you)
(All that you want, I’ll be all that you need)
Check, yeah
(‘Cause boy, you know you got me)
Cut, slice
(And I’ll do anything)
Check it (Okay)

[Chorus]
Yeah-yeah, so what you wanna do?
B!tch, it’s only one Kane Train, but it’s a bunch of yous, yeah
Never rolled stock, AC kept me on custom shoes (Skrrt)
Spit, piss and dookie on n!ggas, I’m taking number twos (Bleugh)

[Verse]
All this talk about these threes and who’s the biggest
I got Fours and Lords cliqued up with GDs like a coalition
Never cared about no rapper status, I stayed in position
But these bars will leave some scars across your heart, boy I’m something different, something different
Yeah, so what you wanna do?
Played it to the left in a minute, I have another you, yeah
B!tch ain’t trapping me with no baby, ho, I got quite a few (Hell nah, b!tch)
Gary n!gga, like Joe Jackson, ho, I should start a group (Group, yeah)
I seen my ex ho with the opps, I never get into drama (Nah)
They both got crackhead mommas, they got some s*it in common (Haha)
N!gga you was born an addict, pu*sy n!gga asthmatic
Don’t fu*k with the rabbit, the day you die, b!tch, I’ma hashtag it
(N!gga pissed on himself when he got shot)
My naked ass got more promo than your album
Man, this really ain’t no challenge
Like Too , I can’t stop rapping
N!ggas’ll make you lose the passion
Preach these sermons in the pulpit
Pass my playground like a pastor (Woo)
I’ll leave you laid in front of your pastor (B!tch)
Brand new suit, he look so cute, they made the colors match the casket

Knock the colors off yo’ Cullinan, should’ve bulletproofed when I wrapped it
N!ggas be popping that s*it on the internet, bet he want peace when it get drastic, when it get drastic
Yeah, b!tch, so what you wanna do?
Pills, weed, coke, or the tusi powder?
D!ck was kryptonite, she thought the coochie had superpowers, yeah
You can’t take the pu*sy out these n!ggas, you shoot it out ’em (Blaow)
Coupe is 200,000 (Blaow), truck cost a 150 (Blaow)
I don’t fu*k with Maybach GLSs, them for the b!tches (For the b!tches)
I was riding Box Chevys murals and 96’s
Seen Birdman on Dubs and then I went and copped twenty inches, that’s for the b!tches (That was for the b!tches, haha)

[Chorus]
Yeah, uh, so what you wanna do?
B!tch, it’s only one Coc*ine, but it’s a bunch of you
Never rolled stock, AC kept me on custom shoes (Skrrt)
Spit, piss and dookie on n!ggas, I’m taking number twos (Bleugh)

[Outro]
Took some losses but I never lose
‘Bout to slice ’em and put salt up in the wounds
For every cut and every bruise
From the cradle to the tomb
Life is like a song, you can’t get the rhythm without the blues
What you wanna do, b!tch? (Yeah, haha, jam)
Uh, I say you can’t get the rhythm without the blues
What you wanna do, b!tch? (Jam, yeah, nothing, but I just jam)
‘Bout to slice ’em and put salt up in the wounds
What you wanna do, b!tch? (Jam, never be rapping, I just jam, yeah)
Whatever you wanna do, b!tch, yeah (What else?)
You can’t get no rhythm without the blues
What you wanna do, b!tch?