Pimp Hand - The Purist, Freddie Gibbs

Pimp hard on a ho.

Yeah, spit bars on a ho.

From the Monte, to the?

20 bricks in the muhfuckin trunk, switch cars on a ho

I be jerkin?

and thuggin under this Cap 9. Everybody in the city know

Its my time.

Coupe thang waiting outside.

You can bet its only Forgies

When I ride.

Splinters in my hand from the wood grain

Making hella money off the books mane, gotta quarter kilo in the kitchen

Getting cooked mane, federales only thing that have a nigga shook mane

Laws wanna get a nigga took mane.

Got em' knockin on my door with a warrant

Sayin can we have a look mane?

Hell naw muhfucka, our choppas is poppin

Blow out the wall muhfucka.

AK-47 point it at ya’ll muhfuckas

I ain’t gon be shy bout it at all my brotha.

Bust the heat shit

Duck the Precinct, you trust yo freak bitch, we all gon' fuck her, goddamn

You shoulda known that I was on some bullshit when a nigga first came in this

bitch, yeah

Send that work up outta town I need a couple pounds of that Freddie Kane in

this bitch

Insane in a bitch.

Cocaine on the edge of a razor blade, growing money trees I

was late for shade?

I got this shit up out the mud gettin major paid, and now Im, getting head on

the skyline

Everybody in the city know its my time, coupe thang waitin outside

You can bet its only Forgies when I ride]

Yeah, you know what Im sayin bitch, like I was sayin a nigga coming down

Candy paint, on some Robin O’Neal shit bitches was coming up to me like

«Fred let me uh, let me sick your duck, I mean uh uh, suck your dick

You know what Im sayin, Why dont you stick this dick in me like a dog

And I bet you wanna hold on my name and on this bitch