Cover art for Let ’Em Burn by Freddie Gibbs

Let ’Em Burn

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Let ’Em Burn Lyrics

[Intro]
Burn motherfucker burn (CTE)
Burn motherfucker burn (Gibbs baby)
Burn motherfucker burn

[Bridge]
I'm made, the shit you motherfucker can't fade
I'm made, the shit you motherfucker can't fade
I'm made, the shit you motherfucker can't fade

[Verse 1]
Jumped up off the porch and threw my nuts down in these streets, dog
Can't lean on my daddy, told my family I'm gon' feed y'all
Bitch niggas can't stand me cause I won't live on my knees, dog
Swear they gonna get at me, I'm in your hood
Bitch, I don't see y'all
Gangsta Gibbs from gangsta island, nothing but money piling
To the ceiling is all I'm feeling and all I think about
It's crazy how these controlled substances got us busting shit
I can't control my life, it's in sole control of the government
Across the nation it's plenty niggas in litigation
Snitches cut your throat to cut time and soften their situations
Serving hard or soft you know me I'm dead with them demonstrations
Haters can't contest us, K-Y-S I can feel your frustrations
Yes some niggas tried to murk me
Guess those bullets wasn't meant for me
I'mma catch they ass and burn 'em, no you suckas get no sympathy
A menace to my city, I forever live in infamy
And I know your so-called history's a mystery
I'm about to let 'em burn
[Pre-Hook]
I show niggas no pity
Run in my fucking city
Don't like it, come and get me
Father please forgive me
I'm a gangster, I'm a hustler
Couldn't play me for no sucker
I'll blow the roof up off this motherfucker

[Hook]
I'm about to let it burn
Burn, motherfucker, burn
Let 'em burn
Burn, motherfucker, burn
Let 'em burn
Burn, motherfucker, burn
Let 'em burn
Burn, motherfucker, burn

[Verse 2]
Ho, we don't need no water
These niggas don't want no drama
I'ma terrorize these streets
'Til these fools come get my like Osama
I ain't ducking or hiding
When I'm out here smoking and riding
Heard there's a hit on the babyface, bitch it ain't hard to find him
How often must I remind them gangster shit ain't for play
You write this life on the paper
But I live that shit every day
I seen the pigs killed my dude in front of his family like some hoes
Every time I hit the stage it's "Fuck police" at all my shows
Mother had him, mother love him
Courts and judges, motherfuck 'em
Thousand gramming went straight slamming
In for life, it's corporate thugging
Wear the mask, up in all black, you bitches rather be proactive
Talked to Charlie Mack he said I got the city on my back
They call me Bobby Suds since these niggas can't fade me
He got indicted by a snitching bitch named Stacey
I know these rapper niggas that got my brother Skrilla thirty five
Said "Fred you hot, so these thug niggas gon' try to be by your side"
[Pre-Hook]
I show niggas no pity
Run in my fucking city
Don't like it, come and get me
Father please forgive me
I'm a gangster, I'm a hustler
Couldn't play me for no sucker
I'll blow the roof up off this motherfucker

[Hook]
I'm about to let it burn
Burn, motherfucker, burn
Let 'em burn
Burn, motherfucker, burn
Let 'em burn
Burn, motherfucker, burn
Let 'em burn
Burn, motherfucker, burn

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Release Date
October 31, 2011
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