It's No Tamin Aye, I want you to sip your drink if you got one And go up to a nigga you don't like, and hit his punk ass! And say, "No Tamin, bitch!" 'Cause we 'bout to go What's up, let's go, Freddie Gibbs! These motherfuckers gon' respect my rhymes They think that I'm a pretty boy, they like to rap about them girls all the time They be hatin' on my shit, 'cause they shit don't sell I'm way ahead of most niggas, they don't spit this well If the real shit is dead, then I'm bringin' it back Even if I gotta piss some niggas off when I rap My nigga Dove said I'm steppin' on a lot of niggas' toes But I let 'em know that I respect a lot of niggas' flows But a lot of niggas don't deserve the love that I gave to 'em Especially when they don't give it back, I bring the pain to 'em Man, I don't give a fuck about a nigga ego I'm tryna stack my paper like De Niro in Casino Like Nicky Tarantino, my tolerance is zero Cross one of my people, it's, "Adios, amigo" Uh, they wanna take me out this game, nigga, no way I go against the grain and beat my case like O. J Yeah, dead or alive, baby Dead or alive, I be the hottest nigga in the streets Straight up, man, the haters want me gone Real niggas wanna hear me, you know what I'm sayin'? These motherfuckers don't cooperate until you throw some dollars at 'em Man, I'm tired of talkin' to these niggas, Vicious, holler at 'em The most inconsiderate, most belligerent These flows is ignorant; yours, insignificant You niggas get annihilated when you violate the rap code, the essence These flows is epic Yo boy is reckless, my legacy is bigger than the motherfuckin' hemisphere You niggas stuck like Gilligan And I'll kill again; just because the barrel dusty Don't think I won't leave you stressed with yo apparel, buddy I'm a terror, buddy; rap's [?] Lyrically, you malnourished, niggas really bore me You tell stories of how sick you are Bitch, you get no cigar 'Cause lyrically, I insinerate you bitches Penetrate you bitches watch your hoes like disintegrate, you bitches So next time, you better step and guess your mission 'Fore [?] Freddie Gibbs and Vicious, bitches! Yeah this real shit, man, No Tamin Freddie, [?] Yo, they want me dead or alive, man I'm just gettin' started in this game I ain't begin to play with you faggots yet, man It's comin', this the '04, '05 Freddie Gibbs, Vicious, masters of the Midwest Finger Roll, No Tamin, we doin' this Fuck you niggas, take it how you wanna take it What up, nigga, this is Finger Roll, you know what I'm sayin'? The nigga that you love to hate, motherfucker The one that you see on the back of them CD covers, motherfucker The one that you open up The one that lookin' at yo- yo favorite fuckin' artist while He's being recorded, nigga I'm the fuckin' one! Let's do that shit, nigga The one that's doing the beats on the streets, nigga Call me Mr. G.I. if you wanna call it Mr. Indiana, that's how it's going down, nigga No Tamin, what it is, let's go! Yo when you got paroled, man? Yo, man, I just got paroled the other day, man That shit is cool, man, I hope you taking care of yourself, word up Come on, man, it's Blizz, of course I'm taking care of myself, man It's nice to see you, man Yeah, pardon me for a second, I'm 'bout to rob this place Alright, everybody, put your fucking hands in the air and face the fucking wall! Don't look at me, goddamit! Ayo, Q, you want piece of this? Nah, man, I'm out here All right, everybody, strip!