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Freddie Gibbs & Madlib - Knicks (Official) - Piñata
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Freddie Gibbs
Freddie Gibbs
Vocals
Madlib
Madlib
Beats
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bryan Sledge
Bryan Sledge
Songwriter
Fredrick Tipton
Fredrick Tipton
Songwriter
Otis Jackson
Otis Jackson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Madlib
Madlib
Producer
Eothen Alapatt
Eothen Alapatt
Producer
Ben "Lambo" Lambert
Ben "Lambo" Lambert
Producer
Dave Cooley
Dave Cooley
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Yeah, Pippen on the assist
I'm watchin' Jordan drop a double nickel on the Knicks
That was '95, couple of us ain't live to '96
Gangbangin', 'caine slingin', had us caught up in the twist
We was middle school fools
Life was rushin' past me
Fresh off a Tolleston bus
Fightin' up at Pulaski
Uncle hit me up with a zip
Now I got some cash, G
"Boy, where you get some money for Nikes?"
My mama asked me
Uh, I got it sellin' nickel bags
Stress, weed, million seeds
Where the liquor at?
[Verse 2]
Mad Dog 20/20 kept a **** loose
Murder was the case, except a **** taste the gin and juice
'Cause then we gon' be ridin' on some bullshit
Shoot up a **** crib, that's some hood shit
And I could give a fuck who in the house, sleep
Wakin' up the neighbors, shoot my trey eight at the police, bitch
[Verse 3]
I got it sellin' nickel bags, bitch
I got it sellin' nickel bags, uh, bitch
I got it sellin' nickel bags, bitch
Yeah, I got it sellin' nickel bags
[Verse 4]
Uh, chillin' with a bitch
Watchin' LeBron put up fifty-six on the Knicks
In 2005, police killed my **** in 2006
Only thing he losin' is his pension
Ain't that 'bout a bitch?
If I see that ho, I got a slug for him
I wanna kill him slow like I ain't got no love for him
I wanna torture and burn him, drag him to hell with me
This for my **** just lurkin', workin' the scale with me
In these last days, on my last page
Fuck a job, I'm whippin' this butter, 'cause crime pays
In these last days, on my last page
Fuck a job, I'm servin' these cluckers, 'cause crime pays
I'm a lunatic by nature, yeah
Kidnap a family for this paper, yeah
And if you make it through the day, bruh, yeah
Pray to God I ain't stank ya, bitch
[Verse 5]
Got it sellin' nickel bags, bitch
Uh, I got it sellin' nickel bags, bitch
Yeah, I got it sellin' nickel bags, bitch
Real killer, drug dealer
I got it sellin' nickel bags, bitch
Real killer, drug dealer
I got it sellin' nickel bags, bitch
[Verse 6]
That **** got us sellin' nickel bags
Written by: Freddie Gibbs, Madlib
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