Gibbs might of had the best verse of the whole year
"Reporting live from the devil’s pad Breakfast here two titties, two blunts and a turkey bacon sandwich
2 seasoned eggs and bread jelly
My hoes stay ready pop that p-ssy,
They put off in my Pontiac on Pirellis ’82 edition
Spotters body squatting on sixes?
Rather be counting stacks than stuck in the county, washing the dishes
Or washing drawers in the pen sippin on some Hen’
I had to go pay the correct correctional officer to walk him in
Bail money on deck, Come at my neck
Bless dat boy cuz dat same place where him dressed? is where he slept
I issue eternal rest, sign up and be a subscriber
The price of life got so high that I must make sure I stay higher
Stay with the purp out of piso, Smackin these geeks and needles
They runnin the rock just like I play quarterback for the Eagles
Randall, Donovan or Michael
‘fore I picked up this mic I
Was hittin licks with some Lords and did dirt with plenty Disciples
I’m gang bang affiliated, federal investigated, self educated
All my co-conspirators catching cases
I dropped straight out of college and I majored in home invasions
Believe I got the balls to clear up all of my altercations
Leave faces with alterations, the closed casket console
Tryna make million dollars, f-ck a million downloads
But if that equal the same, snatch that up and give me my change
I made a lane up in this game so n-ggas gon’ remember the name
Gangsta Gibbs hoe, two b****** cooking in the crib hoe
Still push a bucket but I ride it like a Benz hoe
Tryna find a bridge ho, to slanging raps, from slanging weight
Said the Fred the new age brand b-tch call me baby face killa"
I f*** with Curren$y over Gibbs but Gibbs flow was gawd-body on this.
HEAT!!!I SWEAR i play this s*** lean back in the caddy and ride to this....crack muzic....hip hop aint dead niggahs just need to cut the radio off...n get satellite radio or sumn...s*** while we talkin' covert coup...