1985

[Verse]

Quarter thang to a whole thang, whole gang workin' (Yeah)

Hit a bitch with that extended clip or that revolver

Shit'll serve the same purpose (Bang, bang)

Geekers beamin' up to Scotty in my crack lobby

I can smell the 'caine burnin'

Michael Jordan, 1985, bitch, I travel with a cocaine circus

Put them FNH's on your clown ass

Catch a nigga up and leave him down bad

I go get a pack and take a nigga town

And fuck his bitches with my out-of-town ass

Bomb on niggas like Nagasaki

Rocket next to my pocket, hot like hibachi

Drop the check on the bitch

Man, these niggas be lookin' like baby mamas in these Maseratis

Bitch, I fuck up your face with a razor

How I make sure your motherfuckin' family can't view your body

Nigga thuggin' and shit, put my blood in this shit

Prick my finger, Alfredo, Illuminati (Illuminati)

Joe Pesci, pushing product

You niggas is sweeter than Joe Exotic

On the run like Assata, so fuck the police

As a nigga be chillin' in La Habana (Up in La Habana)

Police caught him with a whole thang

Now they snitchin' man, whole gang workin'

Gangland, made a lane in it, if my name in it, it's a gang murder

All my reps in the crack files, bitch, I got 'em up out the vault

I'm the reason your mama be smokin' that Brillo

And rippin' them car antennas off, yeah (Them car antennas off)

Geekers beamin' up to Scotty in my crack lobby

I can smell the 'caine burnin'

Gangland, if you put a hit on Freddie Kane it'll be a gang murder

1985, Michael Jordan, bitch, I travel with a cocaine circus

Flow God level, like when HOV speak

I make a song weep, I got the game hurt

[Outro: Freddie Gibbs & Bernie Mac]

Bitch, yeah-yeah

Flow God level, like when HOV speak

I make a song weep, I got the game hurt

Yeah, yeah-yeah

Yeah, check-check

Check-check, mic check-check

Check-check, yeah, niggas need a check-check, yeah

We got everybody in the house tonight

I'll wait for my DJ to get ready (Nah)