Lie To Me lyrics - KXNG Crooked & Spokewheel

Lie to me my nigga they lie to me

Everything they saying sounded so fly to me

Told me if I rhyme right I would be in the limelight

Like, give a piece of the pie to me

Lie to me in my face, kill my innocence

Murder was the case, you the witnesses

Now I'm just jade and my fans think I made it im in a bad place

Lie to me my nigga they lie to me

Everything they saying sounded so fly to me

Told me if I rhyme right I would be in the limelight

Like, give a piece of the pie to me

Lie to me in my face, kill my innocence

Murder was the case, you the witnesses

Now I'm just jade and my fans think I made it im in a bad place

Coz show business is a motherfucker man

A circus from the start, workin on your art

I be spittin verses in the dark, perfect coz I'm smart

But it really hurt you in your heart

When you never see your name when you searching on the charts

But is it really about that?

Somebody just heard my song on a soundtrack

They said it saved they life, you count that?

Hell naw dog they don't count that

Nobody give you a Grammy for taking care of your family

Nobody give you a Grammy for saving lives on the mic, no

Maybe that's the award, I stay asking the lord

"Shall I give up on my rhyme flow?"

I'm watching time go by, eye for eye

The game shot me down now I'm clapping at the game thinking "my oh my, why oh why"

Is being better a curse, niggas rapping the same

I Grind Or Die, that's G.O.D

Fam biz in the back that's C.O.B

This industry ain't meant for me

So I play in a different league

Wise move like Ice Cubes 3 on 3

I escaped that maze full of lies

I'm well known but my fame in disguise

Dominate rap shows by the name Van Gogh, prolly give me all my praise when I die

His paint brushes cost more than his pictures

When he was living out his portraits would hit ya

For like a million you could worship my scriptures

Or better yet just bury me on a war ship

Salute the general Crook, open my lyrical book

I ain't even hearing a physical and niggas

Is shook

Give em a look, ride down my side on my size brain

Now you reside on a high plane that's where your spirit is took

Hold on

Lie to me my nigga they lie to me

Everything they saying sounded so fly to me

Told me if I rhyme right I would be in the limelight

Like, give a piece of the pie to me

Lie to me in my face, kill my innocence

Murder was the case, you the witnesses

Now I'm just jade and my fans think I made it im in a bad place

Lie to me my nigga they lie to me

Everything they saying sounded so fly to me

Told me if I rhyme right I would be in the limelight

Like, give a piece of the pie to me

Lie to me in my face, kill my innocence

Murder was the case, you the witnesses

Now I'm just jade and my fans think I made it im in a bad place

A lil kid starts rappin

I was elementary age way back then

My love for the shit was so pure wouldn't see a spec of dirt if you wiped it with a napkin

Hold up, before the strap back in

Before the trappin, before the captains or trap men

Hold up

I would transport homework in my jansport

Lil dude backpackin

Hold up

I see myself on the porch, headphones on

Scrolling through the source

Before the biz knocked me off course

Before they killed that lil kid no remorse

Yeah, you see that child right there

He grew up in the hood yeah it's wild right there

But he knew he would escape it

If only he could make it

He perfected his freestyle like yeah

Got my first deal, got my first wheels

Paperwork say the deal was worth mills

Show my baby momma how a Louis purse feels, before I start smokin church hills

It was never hard getting pretty women but I never had this many

All the bitches in the club used to front now they wonna have kids with me

Shit switched so instantly

Kinda hard for a young nigga

Especially one who ain't got no father figure

So how can I process it all when I'm hanging with the gang members

Sippin hard liquor, sippin liquor when I'm hanging round the hood

Smoking on cigars like I'm hanging out with Suge

Got a contract still gotta stay strapped

God damn, thought I made it out for good

JackBoys think of robbin my chain

Record labels steal the thoughts in my brain

Taking L's like my credit card on xbox

Guess I gotta charge it all to the game

Left death row, niggas died around me

Left slaughterhouse, fans cried around me

Talkin bout the old ain't the vibe around me

I feel like the ropes still tied around me

A shooter walked up and he tried to down me

I feel like the whole world tryna drown me

LBC east side to downy

They know me in the streets and inside the county

I'm a legend on my coast take that!

My legacy you will never take this

I know some rappers that slit they wrists

Suicide coz they couldn't make hits

Think I'm lying they don't talk about that tho

Cover it up go out the back door

I think about it when I'm at my rap show

Backstage im going over my rap flow

I heard a voice say you aren't on fire

Get the mic man it's time to go live

Step on stage in front of the crowd

I think you motherfuckers already know the whole vibe

I grab the mic and say "YO YO YO"

Lost, lost, lost

I got a woman at home and some kids and they don't know bout nothing I go through

None of the shit I do

I'm fucking lost...

Make Me Better lyrics - Crooked I

Yeah

Hip-Hop Weekly, C.O.B. (C.O.B.)

Circle of Bosses, Crooked I

Ow (Treacherous Records, ha ha)

Yeah

Next week we doing some old school shit, ha ha

I'm still taking requests, hit me on MySpace

Guess what?

I'm Mr. Hip-Hop Weekly

And fuck all copycats, get guac freely

Yes I embody that, dig hot breezies

In the back of a Pontiac that was parked in a laundromat

Pimping's not easy

Shouts out to Fred Hampton Jr. in Chicago

Shouts to Bishop Brigante in Toronto

I'm a mercenary, squeeze it double quattro

Cover your meat with the shells for the cheese like a taco

I go straight to your crib if you pushing weight

When you get home I might be the reason that your bush'll shake

I pop out, my Glock find a place to put your face

White tee bloody as an apron around a butcher's waist

Like them baby back joints stacked on top of each other

Ribs are touching, no stopping a brother

Strip nigga, now go lay on top of your mother

A sick nigga, it was a hobby to rob me a sucker (yeah)

I'm about to ride around to Biggie's "Ready to Die" shit

With one of you maggots tied up in the trunk, now that's some fly shit

My heart dark as the inside of your eyelids

Bitches try to gas me, Crooked I's too hybrid (ow)

Yeah, I spit like a Long Beach Pharoahe Monch

Keep your eyes on the sparrow when the double barrel launch

I'm g'd like a character from Robert De Niro's Bronx

Tale, hell, tell me why the hell I wear a watch (huh)

Cause when it come to time, I'm so far ahead of mine

I can tell you ahead of time you need some better lines

Like eleven times seven, I'm

Seventy-seven times better than whoever rhymed, never mind

Yeah, I ain't gonna even educate you niggas right now

Crooked I man, gangsta MC, C.O.B. (Circle of Bosses)

Shouts out to my dude LG in Brooklyn (brrap)

Yah mean

Shouts to my dude Dylan Dylinjah (pow, pow)

We made history baby, when you was on Bad Boy and I was on Death Row

We recorded a song together

First Death Row and Bad Boy collabo since all the bullshit (you know)

You know what I'm talking about (ha ha)

We rode through the streets of LA together baby

You know how I do it, pistols motherfucking up

20s on Benzes (yeah)

C.O.B., Crooked I, yeah

I'm a gangsta MC, gangsta M, gang

I'm a gangsta MC, gangsta M, gang (ow)

I'm a gangsta MC, gangsta M, gang (yeah)

I'm a gangsta MC, gangsta M, gang

I'mma, I'mma, I'mma (ha ha)

Yeah, short and sweet

What's the motto? See you next week

My Time lyrics - Knox Hill & KXNG Crooked (feat. Samad Savage)

Samad, kick it up, yeah!

The clock's ticking, I stop and listen for oppositions

My thoughts quicken, they cock the big guns, the plot, it thickens

Just came from blocks where a lot don't have a pot to piss in

But they don't listen, they gentrify it and profit difference

Extend the distance, who's benefiting from mending fences?

These politicians so bent they don't bend for riches

Look there, now they are burning bridges while men are drowning in rivers

They wave, while they shippin' business but we are down with the fishes, woah

I'm from a system, where the prisons are set from poverty lines

I'm just a product of the products and commodity crimes

There is no appeasing the weak, I need a release

The peace in these streets is when they reaching for heat

But me, I'm reaching for shine, I feel like Icarus, a wicked twist

I lit the wick, I'm injured in the devil's grip

While many fell to clicks, I'm triggered, I'm sick of the doubt

So put the figures on my head, you will never figure me out, don't even count

Ru- Running

Race against the clock, know my time is coming

Losing's one thing that I can't stomach

If it ain't first place, I don't want it, huh

This can't be the best it gets

Quick to hush a hater or a pessimist

Voices in my head, but I won't let 'em win

It's my time and it's definite, I won't ever miss

Put your rollie in your pocket, the jack is a pocket watch

And blow armed robbers to NASA, I walk with a rocket launcher

I awkwardly talk to God, "Father, I'm not a monster

I'm a product of this block shit", snare, snare

I pop shit (Owe!), got the drum under the chopstick

On this Knox shit, catching bodies like a mosh pit

Under the Moon where the clock tick, that's a lunar tick

You'll get it later, but watch this

Click, click, pow, my time's tickin', my mind's different

Design's specific, line's divine, lines that rhyme with it

It's scientific, combine vivid lyrics

That make your thoughts travel, your mind's trippin'

A one of kind ticket to your future self, Em said "Lose yourself"

You chose other people, this time choose yourself

It's mind-numbing not to find something to live for

Get your justice from that blind woman, your time's coming

On God

Race-race against the clock, know my time is coming

Losings one thing that I can't stomach

If it ain't first place, I don't want it, huh

This can't be the best it gets

Quick to hush a hater or a pessimist

Voices in my head, but I won't let 'em win

It's my time and it's definite, I won't ever miss

Debit less, no credit fix, where fiends won't fail to misuse

They settled on a corner with magazines, they ain't sell an issue

Told 'em not to meddle with it as the lead excels through tissues

Said that I will never miss, ironic I'll forever miss you

While you was in a cell I feel I bailed, all we had was distance

Then you took a hit, your liver failed, but the habit didn't

Had your inhibitions, I'm so mad I didn't listen

Life was grabbing my attention, shoulda had an intervention

Shit, breathe, take a hit again

My mind state at the tip, that shady shit, I hope they miss again

If man invented time then let's rewind it just a little bit

I'm sick of always feeling like a middle man

When death'll take the innocent and life'll fill the minutes in these minute men

Who Boston/Boss-Them, Massachusetts/Master-Choose-It

Don't cross, my passion, lose it

It's real when I pack the jewels in

You deal but you bastards usin'

Hit Crooked, now pass the music

I'm lit when I'm rapping to it

Breathe

Ru- Running

Race against the clock, know my time is coming

Losings one thing that I can't stomach

If it ain't first place, I don't want it, huh

This can't be the best it gets

Quick to hush a hater or a pessimist

Voices in my head, but I won't let 'em win

It's my time and it's definite, I won't ever miss

Officer Kill A Nigga lyrics - KXNG Crooked

Blue Klux Klan

Squad up

They call me officer hate a nigga, I hate you niggas

Pray to white Jesus, why he create you niggas?

I'm here to erase you niggas

I blew the nose of the sphinx, I even hate you ancient niggas

Man, I hate you niggas

I hate niggas: real niggas and fake niggas

I hate trill niggas and snake niggas

Fuck a rainbow, gay niggas and straight niggas

We brought you right over here in that slave ship

Ripped the skin open with that slave whip

You better behave quick

Thinkin' cause a monkey's in the White House, that you can be on some brave shit

Your momma was my maid, bitch

Take you alive, or hang you in a court

Or shoot you niggas down and plant a taser by your corpse

Or choke you out illegally, I'm flagrant with the force

You niggas out of pocket, just like Django on a horse

Real police are in this, nigga killin' business

The whole world can witness, we don't give a fuck

We hate you, now super soak that hoe

We hate you, super soak that hoe

Real police are in this, nigga killin' business

The whole world can witness, we don't give a fuck

We hate you, super soak that hoe

We hate you, chopper, super soak that hoe

I won't deny it, go ahead and ride it, but you don't wanna fuck with me

I got a gun and a badge on me

I won't rest 'till you R.I.P

Yeah, vandalise my patrol car, ain't that a bitch?

Go 'head and set it on fire, I ain't paid for that shit

Martin Luther said pray for peace, I ain't pray for that shit

I thank the Lord for James Earl Ray on the day he was hit

I'm eatin' donuts, thinking of a master plan

Like how to kill Sam DuBose and Sandra Bland

I told y'all, I hate niggas

Even Tamir Rice; underage niggas

Real police are in this, nigga killin' business

The whole world can witness, I don't give a fuck

I hate you, now super soak that hoe

I hate you, pull out my gun and super soak that hoe

Real police are in this, nigga killin' business

The whole world can witness, I don't give a fuck

I hate you, now super soak that hoe

I hate you, pull out my gun and super soak that hoe

I hate niggas, I hate niggas

Real niggas, fake niggas

Gay niggas, straight niggas

Even Tamir Rice; underage niggas

Officer hate a nigga from the Blue Klux Klan

Super soak that hoe

Fuck you black ass niggas

Pac & Biggie lyrics - Crooked I

I got my whole city with me

Grind to the beach in my hard top bentley

I got smoke in my lungs, liquor in my kidney

When I leave the game, they gonna mention my name

Like pac and biggie

Greatest of all time, greatest of all time

When I leave the game, they gonna mention my name

Like pac and biggie

Greatest of all time, greatest of all time

When I leave the game, they gonna mention my name

Because it's cob everything, homies know the meaning

Caucasian or black, [?] or belizean

My father never knew that he had million dollar seamen

I had to find a way in, got more family than [?]

Drugs in my deffo, bitch I'm on my hustle

Stay on like a biceps but goons on my muscle

Grind plus hustle like scrappy let's call it grosses

I'm doing bizness with asians, essays and blood [?]

Grown on the west coast, that's what I'm the air to

No one can compare to me I say what you scared to

I don't dance much, and motherfucker funny hair due

Listen hair dude, I'm in my grizzly and you bear fool

Yeah, the kid grew up in the hell hole

Took that fire put that on tracks minus the railroad

How many joints in your elbow?

Your arms, hell no what elbows are pound of weed for sale though, in hell

I got my whole city with me

Grind to the beach in my hard top bentley

I got smoke in my lungs, liquor in my kidney

When I leave the game, they gonna mention my name

Like pac and biggie

Greatest of all time, greatest of all time

When I leave the game, they gonna mention my name

Like pac and biggie

Greatest of all time, greatest of all time

When I leave the game, they gonna mention my name

Legendary as pac and biggie, harrio and ricky

Selling sounds all the pounds, the stereo I sticky

Is it rapper trap money, the scenario is tricky

Either way that it go, when I'm buried you won't forget me

No matter what you heard it's my motherfucking dominion

Take your ass hole and shove it up your opinion

The menace and flow, even my [?] is call me the genesis

Cause I've been the truth from the beginning

I'm bar raising, cuban cigars blazing

White european whip call it my caucasian

From starvation to becoming the leader of a dark nation

Move quiet like I'm park mason

My hood credit is good, I'm [?] visa

I move through the belly of the beast like magnesium

You could be a star, I'm a be a tsar

Black cesar, forget it, I'm iller than amnesia

Remember

I got my whole city with me

Grind to the beach in my hard top bentley

I got smoke in my lungs, liquor in my kidney

When I leave the game, they gonna mention my name

Like pac and biggie

Greatest of all time, greatest of all time

When I leave the game, they gonna mention my name

Like pac and biggie

Greatest of all time, greatest of all time

When I leave the game, they gonna mention my name

I'm on my long beach shit, alcohol in my dining

A mafiozzo outlaw, a somalian pirate

I'm a molotov cocktail, involved in a riot

Flames burn you fuck boys, till all of you quiet

Cob on that junior mafia shit for real though

In this bitch deep like an 18 inch dildo

Haters check my passport, I could put everything you want in my [?] sport

This is a man's sport, you gotta have an iron stomach or you're [?] from the highest summit

The top I see bodies flying from it

I love this game I just study the science of it

The [?] coming, 100, let me tell you again nigger.

I got my whole city with me

Grind to the beach in my hard top bentley

I got smoke in my lungs, liquor in my kidney

When I leave the game, they gonna mention my name

Like pac and biggie

Greatest of all time, greatest of all time

When I leave the game, they gonna mention my name

Like pac and biggie

Greatest of all time, greatest of all time

When I leave the game, they gonna mention my name.

Playground lyrics - Hi-Rez, KXNG Crooked & KR$NA

[Intro:]

Oh my God! Is that rez

[Hi-Rez:]

I don't give a damn bout celebrities all of them dead to me

Hollywood devilish, I feel the energy

People were testing me fuck what you said to me

Word to my memory, keep that intensity

You lack integrity, this is my destiny

I am so heavenly, don't want you texting me

I was depressed ain't nobody that checked on me had to invest in me

I got the recipe Mr. Krabs. I just been cooking up in the lab

I do not dance a little dab after a little dab

These rappers been telling these children its cool to pop pills

And that sex is appealing and labels just push it they making a killing

They selling you lies the devil is grinning

You selling your soul for some money and fame

You still end up broke you a dummy you lame

The realest they end up with one in they brain

You always just looking for someone to blame

People are dying mothers are crying government lying

I know they spying, tapping our phones

They playing with fire pretending they God they changing the science

I am a lying and you are a sheep they silence the ones that been thinking so deep

People asleep, you gotta creep, before you get cancelled for making a peep

People too brainwashed, I got an army like k-pop

You being used, don't run from the truth it can be seen by ray charles

Get back up I never stay down

When I'm struggling never make a sound

I swear I can go 8 rounds, got the world as my playground

Get back up I never stay down

When I'm struggling never make a sound

I swear I can go 8 rounds, got the world as my playground

(Dollar Sign)

[KR$NA:]

Agar main gira toh utha, Peeche na dekhu aur kabhi nahi rukta me

Dollar hai naam me laya iss game me change

Par rakhta nahi khulla ya chutta me

Banay sabkuch hi khudka me, hater ke zehen mein sui jaise chubhta me

Dega tu daga toh jaladoo tarazu tula par kabhi nahi jhukta me

Chahe spit karoo angrezi, launda me desi, badaldi saari ye game

Why they be talking all crazy then they all swayze

Ask 'em to back up their claims

Boy I was born in the 80's, ya'll are some babies

That be out playing with flames

Find me in front of your homes like katie

Holding' 380, ready to aim

I could just kill them with silence but I'm in the booth and I'm finna get violent

Bout to say phuket (fuck it) like I'm chilling in thailand

With 3 white girls- giligans island, skills infinite, ye toh mere bin blinded

Saare kyun bane fir militant minded?

Cheeze jo boli maine gaano me

Wo toh mene kari bhi hai jaise ye dominican islands

Got that heavy metal if they really acting gangsta

Eddie vedder with plenty cheddar, might just attack n shank ya

Letting off that lead zep might mega-death ya ass in anger

So you know my style be more-rockin' like it's from casablanca

Paisa fenka, ye style hai mehenga, no looted jewels

Ain't for convos, I throw more combos than rubik's cube's

Apne family ke liye stand-li, par me na koi kubrick dude

Me sabse upar, sitting in a stupor (stupa), like a buddhist tomb

[Hi-Rez:]

Get back up I never stay down

When I'm struggling never make a sound

I swear I can go 8 rounds, got the world as my playground

Get back up I never stay down

When I'm struggling never make a sound

I swear I can go 8 rounds, got the world as my playground

[KXNG Crooked:]

The world is my playground, get up ima never stay down

I'm from the era of putting that work on the greyhound from LA all the way to 8 mile

We know everybody want to be the realest with the lyrics

Till I pull up on the instrumental hit them with the illest shit

I ever fit in a sentence you dealing with a killer when I look up in the mirror

It's the only competition I can see though, you all on my nuts like a speedo

Every time I do it freestyle nft style did it like beeple

Put it on vevo see no evil ima keep it g though with my g bro

We gone put bars in your car like repo we flow like

Fucking your side bitch when it's below zero we are the cheat code

Sorry I spit too many lines I'm just here to make your brain move

Cause they paralyzing too many minds, I'm just here to make the game move

Heard the same shit too many times, high power Glock at the flower shop

Now you cowards got to give me mine don't think you ain't

Bitch I spit with colloquialisms focus and listen

I'm fixing to overdose and go kobe on this one

I don't even like the flow in your writtens same bullshit a rodeo give them

Shoot them all with the long nose so real boy I pinocchio victims

Come and get your neck broke to the rhythm ignorance but I cloaked it in wisdom

Crack bars like dope in a prison, that's literally coke in the system

Spelling like dolce gabbana up in benihanas I got me a tokyo vixin

With no inhibition baby give me throat in the kitchen

And blow me with no intermission... Listen!

[Hi-Rez:]

Get back up I never stay down

When I'm struggling never make a sound

I swear I can go 8 rounds, got the world as my playground

Get back up I never stay down

When I'm struggling never make a sound

I swear I can go 8 rounds, got the world as my playground

Real Friends (Freestyle) lyrics - KXNG Crooked

I'm just stuntin'on my ex bitch

Flexin' on my Malcolm X shit

I'm just stuntin'on my ex bitch

Flexin' on my Malcolm X shit

Conscience boil, boy you

Come to L.A the cops want to dodge your hat

Got the shoppers for ya

Why did I do that?

Defend that practice like a doctor's lawyer

Or a Georgetown hoya

A double entendere for ya

Without rhyme skills

You got the conic career time kills

I'm just a [?] watchin' a clock destroy ya

I'm still here, Crooked sit on the kxng's throne

I still know this hoes ain't loyal

Just like that Umar's ringtone

Yeah bad and boujee is the theme song

But I never put pussy on a pedestal that my dream's on

Like Mart' Luther, got the heart of a leader

True to the art form

Like little Michael Jackson pouring out his heart to Maria

Hits on my soul departs with alias

The true speaker, I wish Barack would've pardon Malia... fuck it!

I spit in the dark makin' harder to see 'em

The booth even darker than rooms that photographers be in

The reincarnation the king... is an honor to be him

I bury artist like artefacts I should start a musseum

'Cause this is, fly MC'ing, Cashmere pea coat

I came hard at 2016, but that was last year's deep throat

This year I'm sonin' niggas so watch your father put the game to sleep

And rape it, until you're damn near T.O.,

The number one spot is what I'm commin' after

I'm in the strip club turnin' up with the mumble rappers

But I never fucked with actors, since I was young and active

I hung with nothin' but low key ballers than humble factors

Was got tell pages and brick phones, big chrome

Tuck by the hip bone, 66 bones sittin' on gold Daytons

As asses on...

Is on my DNA to rep the west on you haters

But sometimes I hate the way we sound

Even our best songs

That's why I wish Pac' would've had his vest on in Vegas

But, as we proceed, to give you wwhat wwhat

Yyyou you mee

Shouts out to...

Hey dub C, what if you threw a toones day?

Come together every year in L.A, playin' what toones played, (RIP!)

I'll be right there with C.O.B. my for life crew

Yellin "rest in peace Ricky Harris and Big Syke too!"

So much trouble in the world nigga

Can nobody feel your pain

Sometimes the weather's similar to the cash throw family

That's a never ending rain, but the sun is shinin' 'gain

And a mist of millionaire entertainers who're tryin'a bane

I'm just fine in my own lane, so I can remain Kxng!

I still squeeze steel and spit the hot science

50 cent and meek mill dream chase of die tryin'

I ain't lyin', sometimes I feel like I'm recitin'' in asylums

With visions of dying' after firin' my iron at the siren

'Cause I'm ridin' with more heathens than 21 Pilots

You sleepin', the floor'll open up anyone eye lids

When it's done the shoes won't be anyone size fits all

All sharon lee legacy, 'cause the shit he's done is ice men

And the city done, really comes with pretty young side chicks

Silly dummy the city wants my shit

I'm just stuntin'on my ex bitch

Flexin' on my Malcolm X shit

I'm just stuntin'on my ex bitch

Flexin' on my Malcolm X shit

Forever C.O.B. let's win

Peace to the grinders

Active let's go

Get the fuck outta here

SCHEA COTTON lyrics - Crooked I

I like to welcome you all

To our little spot where we get down you know

Kick a few bars smoke some cigars

Vibe out

I got some real talented musicians in the house today (word)

Discreet Merchants in here but yo

I notice a lot of y'all don't like to say my name when you talk about Lyricism

This is for you

Wide open for the J and I'm Schea Cotton (Swish)

I'm making it rain while you stuck in the paint watching

I'm keeping the game popping

When I'm trappin on the block it remind you of name dropping

'Cause I'm magic with the rock like I'm Earvin Dwayne Johnson

Please

Pavé ringing

Sade singing

Sliding up Broadway leaning a suave king

Running through blocks like I'm Devonta Freeman

My Glock stay fiending

That pole stay DeVante swinging (Brra da daa)

I told you 'bout the keys in the Winnebago

Them squares help me taste the bread like they in the Eggo

I was in the H though

Fucking with niggas pouring promethazine in the Faygo

Telling me that shit is fuego

They know I'm on some other shit

I came to this bitch on a mother ship

Cut from a miraculous cloth

My body was peacefully resting in a sarcophagus a god with his

Arms crossed over The Emerald Tablets of Thot

A man of perfection I mastered the essence of astral projection

The ancestors blessed dimension travelling boss

Imagine the sauce I drip just 'cause melanin exist

Like fucking pussy fresh out

You fellin' in this bitch

I went from not having a pot piss in

To having a master bathroom upstairs

It's levels to this shit (Yeah)

They ask me how I feel about whoever think they better

How does leather feel about pleather?

Get whoever you can get (Now)

The Top Ramen eater

Who pop llama heaters

Hotter than thermometers in Nevada

Hotter than lava and fevers

The COB Godfather leader

Red beaming you cats them spots not a cheetah

Them shots knock you out of your hot Prada sneakers

Don Dada Top Shotta leave you beneath the docks

While I'm on Cohibas in Botswana in a hot sauna

Speakers throbbing 2Pac getting top from a top model diva

She a hot mamma mia (Take that)

You can't fuck with me might as well forfeit

I'm Schea Cotton the one they scared to step on the court with

Dear summer

Fuck rapping I'm going corporate

To break on through to the other side on my door shit

Your lordship

My lyrics is locked in

Y'all rap about bout work

How many niggas is clocked in?

Won't mention name you hating I guess that's what happens

When you interview Rakim and you in Eminem's top ten

(Haters)

Hol' up

Tell these niggas where I'm from

(L-L-Long Beach)

Eastside mofuker (Ayh)

The city where the weed bags really the realest

We hall of fame with them sacks nigga Willie McGinest

I really love this shit

As if rap was my grandfather

Imagine my disappointment in Afrika Bambaataa

But fuck it I'm back on the track

Massacre manslaughter

The vanguard of this art 'cause I happen to rap harder than asphalt In the black part of town where them rounds just crack armor

I'm strapped when I'm relaxing in bathwater

It's Crooked

Long Beach Mount Rushmore

You decide the other three but it's us four (Facts)

Who did it better, for twenty years plus more? (Who?)

You either high or you lying that's the uproar (Fuck boy)

Sleep on my team

My desert eagle your dreams

I can push keys 'till all my green equal your streams

I can bring a couple llamas through to double entendre you

That means your DNA leak in your jeans (Got you)

You feel me? But I'm on a higher vibration

I don't wanna homicide my nation

I just wanna make the simplest quotes intricate dope

If it's about the purest lyricist on the coast

You listening to the GOAT

(Keep going, hear me? Huh?)

If it's about the purest lyricist on the coast you listening to the yo

And you don't stop

East Side Long Beach you don't stop (Long Beach)

North Side Long Beach you don't stop (North North)

West Side Long Beach you don't stop (No, West Side)

To my niggas in Compton and you don't stop (Sup Carson)

To my niggas in Watts and you don't stop (Whats going Hawthorne)

All my South Central niggas yeah and you don't stop

(Whats up Gardia)

To my niggas in the Valley and you don't stop (The IDI)

To my niggas in the Bay yeah and you don't stop (Inglewood) (Wooh)

Worldwide and you don't stop (Inglewood)

Schea Cotton

Yeah (East Side)

(East Side)

South, the Midwest, the East Coast

(Hahaa)

Small Violin lyrics - Matt Nye & KXNG Crooked

Fuck with me I'll give you top shelf beef

That's high stakes

In the dark you either a shark

Or your live bait

If you owed

Get the banana clip then 5 apes

Slide off with your vault

Different meaning for drive safe

I send my women to buy drapes and try crepes

To hide her from the hell I'm raisin

Like dry grapes

I'm getting shaved with a razor draped in a fly cape

The owner of C.O.B clothing why would I buy bape's

Track suits cigars and muscle cars

Meet up with the cartel in double R's

I don't associate with rappers

Who got rich spitting them struggle bars

You don't gotta know about this thing

Cause its ours

Intellectual never threatened by a menace

I got this stick sliding like I'm a violinist

To create more records then me

You have to write the Guinness

Book don't look

To hard at a crook

Just mind ya business

We offshore the accounts

The boss hoard the amounts

The diamonds are all white

Like a golf course in the south

Heavy bets at the derby we not horsing around

Marble on the counter tops

Its the all porcelain ground

I finish how I started on top of the shelf

Smoking rocky Patels rocking godfather cazels

18 karot gold pin on top of lapels

This is mafia shit

Yea I'll see you coppers in hell

An so I walk into the stars an I never come back again

I'm spitting to the wind with immaculate acumen

So when I die I'm still in the vacuum you shackled in

Come fuck the son of God good Mary that magdalene

I put the king on it

He anoint this beat

I been crooked

Like the mother fucking top elite

Breathing the same molecules in as socrates

I'm tryna make it

And be naked in a tropic breeze

But all these places say no vacant

So I'm on these streets

Ain't no asking please

On that mask an seize

Got that grandma Glock

She gone come pinch them cheeks

Now there's Blood on my shoes like lil nas x sneaks

An you could try to mitigate but once activated like charcoal

We dethrone your city take princes like Meghan Markle

It's cold and it's ugly like Steve buscemi in forgo

I'm the young Bobby Johnson

Color of Nucky Thompson

Was raised out in Florida but might as well been in Compton

A Fan of fire starters but could produce the flames

Till a old head point at they teeth

Call that fangs

America online message

We take aims

I walk into the stars

And then never come back again

I'm spitting in the wind with immaculate acumen

So when I die I'm still in the vacuum you shackled in

Come fuck the son of God

Good Mary that magdalene

Small violin playin my song

Go try again

I shave my own head

No bitch turn me to Solomon

They holo men

Ripping chunks out of they collagen

I follow them

Leaving them slumped in The holid inn

We broke bread over some pussy

Won't Mac again

Cause now the charge is way past pimping

Its trafficking

Like this bitch won't sell that shit

Without her man

Then do some heroin

Give money to Taliban

A table fan

I blow loud then calm again

When we babel heard tower of of babel start rattling

Unravelin

That evil plan this man brain

In gomorrah they be loving that sodom like hussein

A neck was introduced to a foot like liu kang

I'm too flame

You spark a blunt off what I'm sayin

I put us on the map like borate did kazakhstan

Now everyone I got in my fam got em a Stan

An so I walk into the stars an I never come back again

I'm spitting to the wind with immaculate acumen

So when I die I'm still in the vacuum you shackled in

Come fuck the son of God

Good Mary that magdalene

We walk into the stars an we never come back again

I'm spitting to the wind with immaculate acumen

So when I die I'm still in the vacuum you shackled in

Come fuck the son of God

Good Mary that magdalene

Straight To The Bank lyrics - Crooked I

This is a letter to my true fans

Take the letter N off the end of fan

Add an M, yeah you my true fam

I ain't never needed a news stand

Just a new stance to understand the dudes the truth, damn

Kiss a record executive's ass I can't do

They wanna rape you before they bathe and ape you

I'm clapping my hands, pussy rapper well done

They bent you over, made you spell run, (R-U-N)

Now that's some deep shit, I'm on some G shit

Like getting your peeps hit and not giving a fuck the least bit

My trigger click lickety split, quick as E-Swift

Sip the liquor, that's how quick a nigga's heat spit

I'm rap terror, I'm eating nigga's insides

Heart dark as mascara surrounding Prince eyes

Ya'll small french fries, inch size

This brother lynch guys, you'll be dead way before the stench dies

I'm a way better swinger like I was trained by Mayweather Sr

Crooked, they never seen ya, grey leather seats in the Modena

Shit that straight cheddar bringer

Still thugging wave middle fingers

Bosstradamus, this year I'm dropping "B.O.S.S." I promise

Haters, yeah I came across your comments

While I was lost off in the Bahamas

With a awesome little mama

Like Buffy peeling off pyjamas

Pussy so good I threw her some cheese son

Dick was even better so she gave me a refund

Speaking of dick I'm thinking you pricks can eat one

And don't ride mine when that summer heat come

They say the truth shall come to the light

I guess the spotlight is on me when I'm clutching the mic

Clutching it like chrome pipes

Not the kind you find under a bike

The kind that makes swines run for your life

All you best rappers alive, you make a nigga laugh 'til I cry

Put the cash up, dance with the I

You could be the best rapper alive after I die

Then I come back twice rapping with the passion of Christ

Married to the streets, made her sign a prenup

Taking my paper to the grave, bury me G'd up

LBC'd up, yeah COB'd up

So far ahead of you meth heads you better speed up

Niggas pop pills getting E'd up

Me, I'm addicted to Lunesta cause I do it in my sleep, what

B.O.S.S., see you next week

Who Am I (Freestyle) lyrics - KXNG Crooked

I'm the Dayton's on a 66

I'm the fingerprints on them Freeway Ricky bricks

I'm the clicky click, hidin' under them Dickie fits

I'm the frozen gleam like the nose of a coca fiend

I'm that drippy drip from the city that only birth crippy crips

You don't know me?

I'm the illest, flyest dealer, drivin' Benz's by ya

Dippin' on rims and tires

I'm the nigga that keep the snitches quiet

The killer that peoples bitch admire

I'm the addiction that burned up Richard Pryor in a kitchen fire

I'm a knife in a prison riot

I am the flag in a bangers pocket

Black execution, I'm the revolution, then came to stop it

I'm the famous prophet, the great agnostic

The Anunnaki consciousness that gave you knowledge to make all of them ancient objects

I'm the Draco that paint the projects, rrrring rrrring, nigga

I'm the bank deposits, ca-ching ching, nigga

I'm everything, nigga

Who am I? Do or die

I'm the reason that you hold the Ruger high

I'm the first nigga with some money in the city that you ever seen

Put a eggshell Bentley on the East Side streets

Pockets greener than arugula

Who am I? Nigga, I'm KXNG Crooked I (Pow)

Bigger Llamas, slangin' weed, get bigger commas

Doin' numbers with that tree like trigonomer

This is Slaughter (That part)

WORDPLAY lyrics - RANNA & KXNG Crooked I

Come wander with me, love

Come wander with me

I be soundin like Siri cause I'm a serious serial serotonin

Sippin a bowl of cereal

I'm lucky like a leprechaun with the lucky charms

In the echelon of the amazon in Babylon

Til the break of dawn since the Ramadan

Puns don't stop but'll trap you in a octagon

So I ramble on like a marathon

Eight side rhymes and you yeah like Lil Jon

I pick apart each syllable

Stick my heart in a syllabus

I make that shit lyrical

I'm a lyricist born to this

Wanna play scrabble

Kick yo ass

Should I just scramble

Hell fuck yea

Unless you wanna be scrambled eggs cause imma go ham

You'll be toast cause I'm OJ juiced with his hand

The glove was planned now that's a freehand

Kill a broad with a band it spread like broadband

With stamped in my verse so you can't withstand

So you damped in my words and drown in quicksand

You can be subject to be the subject

Of my poetic no justice type of predicate

I'm like Tupac got my own pen

Fuck the world and fuck a ghostwriting surrogate

OW

I live for the wordplay

OW OW OW

I live for the wordplay

OW OW OW

I live for the wordplay

OW OW OW

I live for the wordplay

OW OW OW

Kick, snare

Hundred round drum don't care

Stand up guy in a chair

Sitting on the throne I'm the heir

I was a king on my very first birthday

Put a crown on my nouns and my verbs

Imma serve ya'll in the worse way

Putting all you rappers in a hearse, ay

Having fun cause I work for the wordplay

Even my pistol is astronomic

I cock back and I blast the comet

Quickest motherfuckers pass the chronic

As fast as sonic

Imma be putting my foot in yo ass like your last colonic

Get you dizzy as a glass of tonic

Sick flow make a bastard vomit

Cause I master phonics

I'm a craft a sonnet

When an artist act moronic

My heart gets black as onyx

Yeah

Imma get it from beginning to the endin

Give an instrumental a whippin

I'm winning independent

When I spit a written lyric I'm the realest I'm the illest

When a lyricist hear it I bet I kill them in a minute

Tick tock like hands on a big glock

I ain't say clock I said hands on a big glock get shot

Imma be defying gravity

Cause imma stay fly even when my shit drop

This is hip hop

OW OW OW

I live for the wordplay

Yeah KXNG CROOK yeah

OW OW OW

I live for the wordplay

Persian Empire yeah

OW OW OW

I live for the wordplay

We live for this you know what I'm saying

OW OW OW

I live for the wordplay

We breathe for this, ah

OW OW OW

From the Bay to the LBC

You Know My Steez lyrics - Crooked I

You wack niggas got me feeling hyper

Your flow still in diapers, mine killing cyphers

I'm a villain like a triple lifer

I'm as real as a triple striker

Sitting in Rykers for pitching

This nigga's nicer than a good mood

I'll put my gun where he puts food

Let him taste the weapon a second before I cook dude

Rapping ass nigga, you from the hood? Cool

I'll slap you with your publishing dude, that's a Suge move

I'll bleed the block, it's hard for me to donate blood

The needle draw the pure plasma of a thug

Put it in a patient who need it he might bug

That psycho type-O, he might have you pushing drugs

Not the white but them sticky green buds

Wearing Dickies ready to give these niggas 53 slugs

You can't reach where I'm raising a bar

That's like every law student acing the bar

That's like your size 10 Chuck Taylors racing my car

That's like the whole Muslim nation not praising Allah

I'm on my Long Beach shit, Eastside is all around

When I jump out the spur bitches wipe a boss down

I hold my city down like Tha Dogg Pound

Did '96 but naw this is 0-7

Crooked's no reverend, but the way I hold weapons

I could get your soul a float to heaven, no question

Couple words of wisdom to nigga chart climbing

Buying some nice ice pieces from hard grinding

Your color-treated canaries are shining

But do you know they use radiation every time they dye diamonds

That's why I only fuck with fancy yellows

Bitches see the bling, give me the panties, hello

God damn, my whole family's ghetto

You pop shit, my granny'll hand me the handy metal

I got an issue with a hater in the limelight

I'mma tell you all who it is when the time's right

I'mma give him two months to get his mind right

If he don't I'll put him in the past like hindsight

Niggas see the mac-10, become afraid

Like Lakers fans when Kobe asked for that trade

Fuck your favorite rapper, I'm the last of a dying breed

I kill 'em if David could make Goliath the giant bleed

I'll leave your entire empire minor league

I don't rap motherfucker, I firebreathe

Why you think the whole west is in dire need

Of niggas like me and my livewire Gs

C.O.B

Take It Back lyrics - 80 Empire, KXNG Crooked & Rx (feat. Nicole Monea)

Ahhhhh baby

Bring this back to 93 so we can get the party started

Come and have a drink with me and poor some for the dear departed

Now, let's take it back yall, take it back yall

Take it back yall like it was nowwww owww

Like it was 93

It's RX, Rezza Brothers

I done soul of mischief since 93 flow by to the solar system on a semi C

I'm saying real ones remember return of the boom bap

And if you was a true hip hop head then you knew that

I came up on that Kool G Rap, ya true dat

And that Big Boy and that one K plus 2 stacks (That's 3000)

Let's take it back, take it back to the golden age

Way back in the day when the rhymes and the flows was insane

I'm a Shyne Big and have my pockets puffy

Shout out to the goals who pay, they paved the path yall

Let's take it back yall, we take it to last call

I'm pouring liquor out for the dead homies, let's get it

Bring this back to 93 so we can get the party started

Come and have a drink with me and poor some for the dear departed

Now, let's take it back yall, take it back yall

Take it back yall like it was nowwww owww

Like it was 93

93 let me reminisce for when I was too young for even a french kiss

Snoop Dog let you know his name

I was watchin' Ninja Turtles and playing Nintendo games

93 had me feeling like MJB watchin video soul

On BET, Fresh Prince made us all laugh

Fubu, cross colors, rockin' baggy pants, yup

It ain't nothing but a G thing baby and west coast is the place that raised me

93 at my grandma's house, rest in peace, I'm missin you now

Bring this back to 93 so we can get the party started

Come and have a drink with me and poor some for the dear departed

Now, let's take it back yall, take it back yall

Take it back yall like it was nowwww owww

Like it was 93

93 in LB, just tryna do my thang (word)

A young teenage Crooked tryna pursue my dreams (word)

36 chambers dropped and Doggystyle

I was shoppin' my demo right on the music scene (word)

Didn't know the industry would be a set up

But it didn't discourage me cause Pac dropped keep your head up

Tribe dropped midnight marauders

This is before the carters, talking before J and B even met up

We was bumpin Cube's lethal injection

Keep a Desert Eagle for my people's protection, east is the section

The east side, with each of us reppin' picked up the mic and used our speech as a weapon

Let me speak of the blessings of 93 yall

Bring this back to 93 so we can get the party started

Come and have a drink with me and poor some for the dear departed

Now, let's take it back yall

Take it back yall, take it back yall like it was nowwww owww

Like it was 93

Bring this back to 93 so we can get the party started

Come and have a drink with me and poor some for the dear departed

Now, let's take it back yall

Take it back yall, take it back yall like it was nowwww owww

Like it was 93

The Old Me lyrics - Crooked I

Mossberg Montana

Oh, you heard I won't swerve?

Heard I never sell another bird?

My extended clip'll knock you off the curb

Don't make me be the old me

You must not know the old me

Y'all was makin' hits, I was sendin' bricks to the sticks

Hollywood, I'm in the mix, parkin' whips

Young and icy is the old me

You don't believe it? Just go see the old me

When I was broke I stick 'em up

Hittin' licks, don't give a fuck

If that bitch's head smooth, I'ma give her dick to suck

Lift her up, get the bed movin' like a pickup truck

Thousand dollar silk sheets, I'ma call that rich as fuck

For the homies dead underground, I'ma live it up

My enemies was [?] and Jiggy, now the jig is up

Hova lost ninety-two bricks, now Jigga's up

Bought the Blueprint, put my niggas up

Nigga, what?

We yellin', "Fuck tha police, fuck tha police"

In my Chevy on some gold D's bumpin' Oldies

I could plug you with some codeine or some OG

I could plug you with' a whole ki but that's the old me

Oh, you heard I won't swerve?

Heard I never sell another bird?

My extended clip'll knock you off the curb

Don't make me be the old me

You must not know the old me

Y'all was makin' hits, I was sendin' bricks to the sticks

Hollywood, I'm in the mix, parkin' whips

Young and icy is the old me

You don't believe it? Just go see the old me

When I was broke I stick 'em up

Hittin' licks, don't give a fuck

Pass them burners, taxadermists, dawg, I'm 'bout to get you stuffed

Even though we know the Feds wanna fill the prisons up

Yellin', "Fuck the system" everytime I turn my system up

'87 Caddy coupe slammin' like a alley-oop

Pullin' out my camera, give the world a panoramic view

This is how we do in the city and the Valley too

Daily Cali move, we some niggas with' a attitude

We yellin', "Fuck tha police, fuck tha police"

In my Chevy on some gold D's bumpin' Oldies

I could plug you with some codeine or some OG

I could plug you with' a whole ki but that's the old me

Oh, you heard I won't swerve?

Heard I never sell another bird?

My extended clip'll knock you off the curb

Don't make me be the old me

You must not know the old me

Y'all was makin' hits, I was sendin' bricks to the sticks

Hollywood, I'm in the mix, parkin' whips

Young and icy is the old me

You don't believe it? Just go see the old me

"Apex Predator" (2013)

Yodo lyrics - Crooked I

[Verse 1]
This is how it happens, somebody yell your name
You turn around and look, you see a barrel flame
You fall against the wall while the hammer nail your frame
Try to get up then you stumble, you sittin' there in pain
Thought you was a thug, all it got you was a slug
Crowd goes wild cause they shot you in the club
Killer comes closer, pop you in the mug
Gravity and the Grim Reaper both drop you in your blood
Wildin' on Instagram showing you pack heat
Trippin' on Twitter, they split you 'til ya black knee
People love a role player, so you act street
Til you in your homie car dying in the back seat
Livin' on the edge, now them killas on your head
Soon as you get it twisted they put a million on your dreads
ER is too far now you a corpse in the car
Before you left you heard death
And this is what he said

[Hook]
You only die once my nigga, you only die once
You only die once my nigga, you only die once
The motto is YODO

[Verse 2]
Now you poppin' rubber bands talkin' bout you got it all
Flexin' for the strippers, one is sendin' out a call
Some niggas slide up on you, quietly pull it out and draw
Walk you into the bathroom, surround you by the stall
One watch the door, other goin' in your pocket
One snatchin' your jewels, ain't shit you can do to stop it
Thinkin' bout swingin' on the nigga, nigga stop it
You robbed by some pros, that stripper ho gon' get a profit
Your ego feel pathetic, tellin' you not to dead it
Expression on your face, them other niggas read it
You walkin' to your car, they knew where you was headed
They parked you in the parking lot before you can even set it
I seen it all unfold from a corner dimly lit
With a Worldstar bunny bouncin' on a nigga dick
See I got my Ruger, couple extended clips
And when I passed security, I hit 'em with some chips

[Hook]

Vegas On Biz lyrics - Crooked I (feat. K-Young)

[Intro: Crooked I]
Yeah, I'm feeling like Jay-Z on Reasonable Doubt
My first debut album probably be my last, it's all good though
Us COB boys we out here, niggas say: "Are y'all some d-boys?"
Nigga, we d-boys, we weed-boys, pill-boys, syrup-boys
Whatever it take to get the money, ya no what I mean?
Ghostwrite y'all niggas some lyrics, whatever y'all niggas need, man
We out here (haha)
Y'all ma'fuckas never seen niggas like us
We the real deal, we the real movement
Hold on I gotta take this call, I holla at you in a minute

[Verse 1: Crooked I]
Niggas prolly in top of the Cosmopolitan
Olive in the dirty martini, we be the Parliament
The C.O.B conglomerate get the camera and document
The opposite of nonsense nigga, we building monuments
Power moves avoiding them shower shoes cause
Fuck a CON, fuck a P.O. man
You cowards lose, screw you in your county blues
See our views is to get money like Howard Hughes do
Limited liability corporations based in Vegas for less tax and wasted wages
Taste the Asian cuisine,
We conversate over a plate of that red [?], that's chopsticks and saki
Win like Steven the architect, believing in our connects
With all respect, the hot bitches watch me
Feel the mob vibe when the COB hits the lobby
We not with the cocky, we confident
Niggas walking across the casino floor like Sam Rothstein
Striding like Goliath and we ain't sweating the small things
We all kings, turn Vegas into New Orleans
Get cash money with no limit, man we talk green
Woman eavesdrop but sweaty you need not
You can join us, let me show you the way that G's rock
Never touch your purse, your chair or your door handle
Chivalry is dead for boys, I'm more man though
Love it when your Prada dress hotter than Orlando
Picture perfect portrait like you're posing for Van Gogh
The crap table, we sippin' on black label
I'm loyal, I die for my brothers, I'm raps Abel
I'm torn from the cloths of the Gods, defeating all the odds
You fake rap niggas y'all the facade
Y'all the miraged, meanwhile I'm talking to broads
Like after this awesome massage we can talk a ménage
Out in Vegas on business...

[Hook: K-Young & (Crooked I)]
We out in Vegas on business
My briefcase full of big face Benjie's
We flyin' by you on the freeway
We spendin', we spendin'
Like all this money burning my pocket
(Conducting organized business, business)
Like all this money burning my pocket
(Conducting organized business, business)
Out in Vegas on business

[Verse 2: Crooked I]
Yeah, let's hit the strip and smash
Bright casino lights bouncing off the tinted glass
Pull up to the Caesars Palace, pour Louis in the glass
Bartender didn't ask, I'm a repeat customer
It's written on my face, I'm a elite hustler
If life is a bitch I'mma just keep fucking her
Raised in the gutta and I don't miss my home
Italian sports car, French cologne
Of African descent blackened by the sun, dark skin Capone
On capitalism, a rapper eatin' rappers so that's cannibalism
Yeah, you bastards shoud listen I'm on a Hannibal mission
A Carthaginian king burying gold
Bringing the troops to the 7 0 2 area code
Meet on the roof of that Bellagio
The helicopter's waiting on the helipad
Talking code when we in front of that pilot though
Keep our business on the quiet yo
It's hoes in the desert for whoever try to know
Ay yo, land this muhfucka on the Venetian
They got a decent Louis store, I need some shit for this evening
See they finally let the G's win, celebrate our achievements
Pussy niggas don't wanna see they better leave then
We here on business, we mixing it with pleasure
We some pussy pirates these bitches gettin' the hidden treasure
I bet your boyfriend he can tell you're getting fresher
Like, "where did you get them shoes and that shit that's in your dresser?"
Your Vegas trip with your girls was so regular
Till you ran across me and my predators
We caught you slippin' and this ain't shit but a business trip
When you tell him use censorship
We in Vegas on business, conducting organized biz

[Hook]

[Outro]
15 freeway to be exact (haha)

Let Me Get It lyrics - Crooked I (feat. Tech N9ne)

[Intro]
Predator shit, PREDATOR!
("You don't have the guts to be what you wanna be?
You need people like me.")

[Verse 1: Crooked I]
Let me get it
They let a Cali boy in Slaughterhouse, it's a wrap
38 spec shit, rounds in the strap
Tryna get off the last ounce in the track
My OG's in the 'Lac, bouncin' to Zapp
That's our lifestyle, stunt hard, gun large
Pickin' em up not givin' a fuck about a gun charge
Zippin' em up in a body bag, fuck niggas mad
Welcome to our house, dead rappers in the front yard
I ain't Steve Nash, nobody get a pass
I found the nigga that made a top 50 hot MC list
And my Glock committed sodomy and shot him in the ass
Standin' over his body I probably shoulda asked
Why the greatest rappers gotta be somebody from the past
Compared to Slaughterhouse, a lot of niggas trash
Followin' a fad, what would I do if they follow the Slaughter
They prolly swallow this hollow and a mag
Tongue full of dung, it's shit talkin'
Niggas want me dead, fuck it I'm still walkin'
Enemies in the club, fuck it I'm still parkin' the coupe
First put the roof on a milk carton
Walked in, they hand me the mic
Told baby girl it gotta be tonight
My bed or your bed?
Yeah I'm thinking with both heads
You know, great minds think alike

[Hook: Crooked I]
What you got under that skirt? (let me get it)
Vodka, Henny and that purp (let me get it)
Cribs, cars and net worth (let me get it)
Slaughterhouse gang, Tech N9ne go and get it

[Verse 2: Tech N9ne]
Lot of molly, an out of body experience
I'm feeling kind of Gotti and all ya'll into weird events
A party prolly jolly counsel me when I'm inherent
With the shotty ridin' when I party it's Abu Dhabi
Who can I pick it up, wick it up I'm a rip it up
And I'm gonna get up in my zone now
Fuckin' the women I'm up and I'm winnin' I'm [?] now
Pussy poundin' I'm pushin' polygamy procedures
Packin' and poppin' pretty penis pockets I please her
These I ease, Techa Neez got the bees of an evil deed
But I'mma G, never see us
With a telescope nigga cause it's hella dope
I got so many worshipers with me, I could sell a quotes
I yell the most, I tell the goat
I'm gonna take it even if they hate it and fill the boat
Fellas, you tell us to gel it, we're gonna quell his hope
Embellish a [?]
When I rhyme I'm conniving cause I bring
Live wickedness brightening your high beams
Frightening life like some lye in your Visine
Psyche swiped clean, high as the hygiene
Let me get it
Pussy, weed, a licker yo, let me get it
I don't kick it if you be messy with it
Tecca Nina keep KCMO on the fitted
Any Slaughterhouse gang affiliation I'm fuckin' with it

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Crooked I]
Nobody seconding what I be spitting, we misfits
Gonorrhea mixed with diarrhea, that sick shit
You fuckers wack, need them Puffy plaques, them big hits
Them R. Kelly, I'm so rich I piss on a bitch hits
And bitches get the business
In a convertible eatin' big dick
While I'm parked like a picnic
Wrapping they big lips around my stick shift rockin' French tips
Suckin' me hollow after they swallow my kids
I'm askin'

[Hook]

Apex Predator (My Gun Go) lyrics - Crooked I

[Verse 1]
C.O.B in this bitch, wave the black flag
Different kind of gang member, house nigga, back back
I tell my bitch pussy pop on a handstand
While the world going to hell in her Louis handbag
It ain't the end of the world, but it's like the end is starting
Adam Lanza killing 20 children in a kindergarten
Wade Michael Page shooting up a Sikh Temple
George Zimmerman the reason I'mma keep pistols
Even though I don't fuck with the NRA
Cause the CEO Wayne LaPierre, yo what he say
Man he try to blame violence on rap music and video games
Like we out here killing for any old thing
If I was reckless I would tell you rappers give me your chain
A million views on Vimeo
I creep low through the Savannah, I'm hunting you, gazelle and deer
What's that? I can smell your fear
I'm a apex predator

[Hook]
Ridin' in the Coupe, man
Real niggas, we the top of the food chain
Don't make me turn the whole club into a shootin' range
King of the jungle, fuck with me my gun go bang
My gun go bang, my gun go bang, and my gun go
Fuck with me my gun go bang, my gun go bang, and my gun go bang
My gun go bang!

[Verse 2]
I'm a apex predator, pineal gland in forefront
On your third eye, graduated to my fourth one
You cross us in the street nigga, you're done
Like a child support judge, we hold court son
Glen Beck want us all to die
And Ted Nugent want us all to die
But real niggas don't die
We like that shopping center bag full of tissue, we multiply
I know I reached for that one
No serial numbers, you know I reach for that gun
I call on Bonnie, she my right hand girl
I can't even turn my music up in this white man's world
If I do, I get shot by a psycho's favorite gun
Sorta like Jordan David was my Michael David Dunn
We need help, won't nobody listen to them hollow tips that's hittin' politicians
I'm a apex predator

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
Bang, hit em up, perfect execution
I'm in the underground training for the revolution, you niggas scared of shootin'
You ain't gotta agree with Darwin to stand your monkey ass up, this is evolution
I knew that rebel G shit would be back soon
For you thousand dollar house, niggas call you rap coons
I hang with foreign mobsters and black goons
Type of people that'll strike fear into a packed room
They ain't afraid of my nine though
They in fear of what my mind know
They know I ain't walkin' with my eyes closed
My entourage is camouflaged by nice clothes
Blood in our veins is ice cold cause we apex predators!

[Hook]

Nobody Cares lyrics - Crooked I (feat. Tena Jones)

[Verse 1]
I got a question for you
When you see another human being who's being treated worse than a disease
On his knees, beggin' please, for egg and cheese
Or anything to eat do you see his test as a lesson for you
Or do you move on say "fuck em", ignore em
Can't do nothing for em, if this is true, let me count your blessings for ya
You could be fighting hunger, not the Gandhi type hunger strike fighting for something right
I mean fighting the type of hunger a little girl in the third world
Fights everyday 'til her stomach is nothing but something that her spine is hiding under
Only been alive 5 summers
Hunger pains, her heart beating like some live drummers
It's beating harder, then she drop, died
Momma lost a daughter cause they ain't have food and drinking water
God damn I shed a tear in the booth
Cause when I say it I'm simultaneously hearing the truth
But do you care?

[Hook: Crooked I & Tena Jones]
I need to know if you care
We dying out here in the streets
Little kids, they got nothing to eat
But does anybody care?
(Are you there?
Who cares?
You need to see you in them out there, to care.)

[Verse 2]
Like Zero Dark Thirty we saw terror
Growing up in the hood, a small error
In judgement can make your parents become some pallbearers
For nothing, they saw Eric and he gangbanged, but they can't aim
So them straight shots caught [?] for nothing, do you care what
Get involved, get out of your chair, stand the fuck up
Do something, don't lie down and do nothin
Five rounds, hit him in his side now
Blood paints the streets of the Chitown since the news [?]
When is the truce coming?
Violence hit a new summit
And the view from it allows us to see the youth plummet
Gotta be sad, colostomy bags, shots got teenagers rockin' a new stomach
And I ain't saying that this rap was perfect
But I'm strapped with purpose
Trying to get past the surgeons in that emergency room
But if I don't get past the casket service
Just write this shit on my tomb
Nobody care

[Hook]

[Outro]
We dying out here in the streets
Little kids, they got nothing to eat
But does anybody care?
Does anybody care?
[x2]

Put a lighter in the sky tonight, put a lighter in the sky tonight
Put a lighter in the sky tonight, hold a lighter up high tonight
[x2]

Crowns lyrics - Crooked I

[Intro]
This is crew love, move music or move drugs
This is crew love, move music or move drugs
This is crew love, move music or move drugs
Rival crews, get your black suits up, I'll never change

[Interlude]
It's different over here
Turn this shit up, man
That predator shit, turn it up

[Hook]
Triple black Bentley, fuck nigga let me steer through
You can see the chunky ass grill in your rear view
Kings wear crowns nigga, yeah kings wear crowns
Team beachfront, the sea water clear blue
Lil Kim shit, got some queen bitches here too
Kings wear crowns nigga, I said kings wear crowns

[Verse 1]
Crooked I you a pharoah, keep your eye on the sparrow
If she fly let me bone, I'll supply you with marrow
Met you in the club, I'm surprised you was there though
Mingling with the scrubs, vampires and weirdos
I valet in front of the zombies and tricks
The paint on the coup as white as Abercrombie and Fitch
Tried to find me a bitch
Tried to find me a mommy that remind me of origami
If mommy bends and folds then mommy is the shit
Fuckin' her boobs, salami her tits
Nothin' to prove, you hard with this dick I nut and I move
Baby, I'm an apex predator
Half a million in cash in the bag and a bad credit score
The body is her temple, I need a better door
Couple of windows I work in on myself, that's the metaphor
Hit the cheddar boy, I'm on a gold mine
Crooked had that diamond supply before the closed line
Reach for the rocky necklace, niggas get clotheslined
But a real nigga get bad bitches with no shine
SSUTT SSUTT C.O.B you know who this is
SLAUGHTERHOUSE, you know what we do to pigs

[Hook]

[Verse 2]
Remember this? Why you wanna player hate on C.O.B?
Don't ask me who featured on my album, why how come?
Cuz nigga I'm featured on my album
Dominick Wickliffe, I'm a big business
I'mma click llamas if the drama get hotter than a sauna
Quick, pop a clip, even if I gotta sit opposite the snitch, an anonymous witness
True hustlers ain't even sleepin' in their dreams
Pushin' Benjies since niggas was puttin' creases in they jeans
Had Jay-Z and Kels, blastin' out of my 12's
Best of both worlds, a giant amongst elves
Born dirt poor, I balled in my 20's
Though I'm in my 30's now, [?] 30 thou
I kill em [?] style, walking out of that Wells Fargo
In a black label Ralph, talking that 2 button cargo
MILFS scanning me like a barcode
Another queen on deck, let's see what the cards hold
Horoscope dope when Crooked I is in star mode
Striking various poses, iced out son of Mary and Joseph
Dressed to kill like the terrorists wearing explosives
Beware of my focus, oh shit

[Hook]

[Outro]
Turn it up when you push to this
Light it up, roll kush to this
Yell SSUTT SSUTT and throw it up to this
You want lean, pour it up to this
Yeah, kings wear crowns
I said kings wear crowns

A Lady Fell In Love lyrics - Crooked I

[Intro]
Fuck man. Damn man, I was fucking a lot of bitches on death row
But god damn man, I'm fucking way more bitches on this Shady shit
Man this shit ain't even cool man like these bitches falling in love
Man I need to come clean, not even bitches man, like women man
I need to come clean with this shit, damn Dominick

[Verse 1]
Dear women in my life
Past, present, and future I'm giving you the right
To judge me now, bringing my sinning to the light
Even the women I might be swimming in tonight
Even the women that wanna kill me with the knife
Cause they heard about other women I'm givin' em the pipe
I'm knowing the way that a nigga living isn't right
But my angels and demons they keep getting in a fight
Half of me wants to be happily married with a family, just like plenty of dudes
But the other half wanna keep fucking these bad ass bitches out here who keep sendin' me nudes
I know a lot of men been in my shoes
Crooked so confused, when he winning he lose
He winning in the fuck a bad bitch category
But he losing with the shallow ass women he choose
I mean, god almighty, look at the body
On little mommy, fo sho, you a hotty
Knew where I would stand so she waited in the lobby
She a predator, I'm her prey and she shot me
Now we in the room man, working the sheets
We going half on some twins, that's a person a piece
She kept coming on strong but my woman back home gon' be hurting for weeks
Got the dirt in the streets, cause

[Hook]
This temptation is a real situation
And my chick been patient for all my of fornication
Hop in your panties, I'm risking it all
Cheating so how can my family evolve
Real good girl in a fucked up world
A lady fell in love with a god damned dog
Once upon a time in the LBC, a lady fell in love with a god damned dog
Once upon a time in the LBC, a lady fell in love with a god damned me
Hop in your panties, I'm risking it all
Cheating so how can my family evolve
Real good girl in a fucked up world
A lady fell in love with a god damned dog

[Verse 2]
You there? You ask if I care? The answer is yeah
You ask me to swear, I know it ain't fair, I know I'm a player
You where? Why are you there?
How can I be mad if she flipped the script
Tired of lies and decide to hop dick-to-dick
Crying her eyes out in my house
Decide to find out how I feel if another nigga lick the uh
Some niggas won't admit it but I'm telling you that we don't give a fuck if we've been cheating
We don't want you getting even
We don't even want you leaving even though we been creeping and meeting people in the mother fucking hotel
We be like "oh well", wax that ho tail, then I make a song about it
I give the bitch some bars like no bail, Peace Prize Nobel
Feeling fucked up when it's all over the real shit begin
A guilt trip again, and she sick of going through thick and thin

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
Can anybody feel me? Can anybody feel me?
I'm talking bout the real me
And the real me is guilty of putting many women in the eye of the storm
Is it true sound Crooked I is on
Every song ain't gon' have a happy ending, the old lady said I would die alone
If I don't change all of my ways, I'mma live all of my days
In a daze under the haze of a cloud full of darkness
Can't swallow the pain and the pain's all in my brain
And I can't follow the maze, man I'm lost, I ain't heartless
I looked in the crystal ball and the only thing I saw
Was me standing all alone, me standing on my own
I looked in the crystal ball and the only thing I saw
Was me standing all alone, how did I end up all alone

[Hook]

No Sleep Gang lyrics - Crooked I

[Verse 1]
No sleep gang, insomnia gang
We out here trafficking, that mean I'mma find me a lane
You wanna be celebrities, you remind me of lames
But I got bars, when I'm through selling these, I'mma buy me some fame
All about that mulah holla, I'm a Rottweiler with an iced out collar
Prada frames, Long Beach top shotta
I don't count on niggas but I might count dollars
I don't count on hoes but I might count dollars
I don't count on haters but I might count
Bottles in the VIP when the club turn the lights out
I'm on the white couch yelling out
Bang bang bang, no sleep gang
Bang bang bang, no sleep gang
OG man, how the dope fiends came
Get em so hooked, call a dope T-Pain
Cardo on the beat, then it's no keychain
Push to start, then a Crook to park
Seats vibrate when the dope beat bang
Drank the sip, nigga kush to spark

[Hook]
Bang bang bang, no sleep gang
Bang bang bang, no sleep gang
Bang bang bang, nigga no sleep gang
Fuck sleep, get that money my nigga
Fuck sleep, get that money my nigga
Fuck sleep, get that money my nigga
Fuck sleep, get that money my nigga
Fuck sleep, get that money my nigga
Smoke in the club, roll that up
Drank in the club, pour that up
Haters in the club, so damn what
If it don't make money then it don't add up
No sleep gang, roll that up
No sleep gang, throw that up
No sleep gang, throw that up
If it don't make money then you don't add up

House in the hills, thousands and mill's
Getting wild in the field with your spouse in Brazil
On ounces and pills, how does it feel?
To count dollar bills, to count dollar bills
[x2]

[Verse 2]
No sleep gang, insomnia gang
Raised by some O dogs, that's why I polly with 'caine
They pushed rock in the 90's, they remind me of Dame
Hundred on the dash, Jordan's on the gas
Pull the top back while I'm sliding through the lanes
Yelling bang bang bang, no sleep gang
Bang bang bang, no sleep gang
Do-si-do with a ho he claim
In the low-key mode, know she throw me brain
And I know she know, chain and the cross
C.O.B, I'm the COB gang boss
Bitch threw a molly in her own champagne
This time around y'all can't blame Ross
Momma told me I couldn't behave
To that dollar was Crooked a slave
Now I'm a master, fly right past ya
Louis Vuitton sneakers one foot in the grave
But before I die let me tell you this
I'mma ball on you niggas, I can tell your pissed
Talk about I took your wife out all night
Nigga don't tell me, homie tell your bitch

[Hook]

Bang bang bang, no sleep gang
[x4]

Sumthin From Nuthin lyrics - Crooked I

Yeah man, I remember back when a nigga ain't had no money for studio time barely. No muhfuckin' beats, we made our own beats and shit, no producers, we be like, hahah. Nigga would do anything he had to do to get at this hip-hop shit man, anything, know what I'm sayin'? Start beating on the mic like this, for the drum you know, that's the mic. Niggas would rap about some shit they never even fuckin' had, we wanted that shit though. We be like: "Ridin' on some big wheels, bank account 6 mil. Livin' on the street called life, and I'm on that bitch heel." Even though we ain't have no of that shit back then, but we do know though, let me get back at it.

Hair trigger, big still, quick heel, wig peeled
Rapping about the struggle so vivid you know the shit's real
Empty fridge wasn't even 20 [?] simply kids
Not a penny to pitch, fuck it we pitchin Henny lids
To make the pockets bulge, can't divulge shit we did
Risky biz, type of shit that'll get me 50 bids
Coming of age, it wasn't a lick I wasn't down to hit
I think I knew some Nigerians who used to counterfeit
Funny money, I think I had like 30 pounds of it
But this is only rap so tell the detectives downtown to quit
Gotta watch how I speak to the beat
Cuz I'm on the streets as we speak and I won't sleep til we eat
G code of silence, all the secrets we keep
Could make a movie about it but nah, we gon' keep it discrete
But I can rap about going from Virgin to Death Row
To Em recognizing one of the best flows on the West Coast
And even though I'm blessed, the vest still on my chest close
You got the life of this black star backwards like I was Def Mos
We really out here, nah, we really out chyeah
I'm in the zone nigga, I got a long way to go but I'd be lying if I said we wasn't on nigga
We on nigga, we on nigga, we on nigga, we on nigga
We on nigga, we on nigga, we on nigga, we on nigga
We on nigga, we on nigga, we on nigga, we on nigga
We on nigga, we on nigga, we on nigga, we on nigga

Crook N Porter lyrics - Crooked I

Dominick Senior let me tell you what the man's about
I don't dress weird and talk funny to stand out
You pushin quarters, petty hustlers get ran out
Put that quarter back in your pocket unless he Dan Fouts
True vision, I ride around on a food mission
Don't get in the way of nutrition, my dude listen
The tool's hidden, yeah I keep that wig splitter under my gat like a beautician with a tooth missing
Green pieces of paper, weed trees from Jamaica
16 Bars, 16 keys and a scraper
These are the things that a street G see when he major
Tell the chef at Pappadeaux preseason my gator
I kick a flow off the loud, then I flow off the dome just to throw off the crowd
A nigga in his 30's ain't no Mohawks allowed
Catch a ho off my smile
A gorilla lookin' nigga eating a banana in my Range Rover
Them snowbunnies smelling pheromones from a lane over
Ain't no I in team, but it's two "i's" in Wii
And when we go Black Ops nigga, game over
Kill em all until nothing is left homie
I do this while I'm chillin' with the cousin of death
Think I'm from Wu-Tang how I'm fuckin' with Meth
My crew slang, keep that under your breath, we move things
Moving top speed to the top we, you can not be serious nigga that you can stop me
I don't do what's popular, I overlook you like a good view does the city through some new binoculars
You gettin' money you can mob with us, I'm flashy like a shootout between 2 photographers
Still they call the security when Crook strolled in
I'm really just a deep thinker dressed in wolf's clothing
I got a pulse but my wrist looks frozen
Fuck with me and death's door is gettin' pushed open
Funny how a hater want to stop a nigga's shine
Make me wanna grab the Glock, cock it, and pop it in his mind
Instead I'mma pour a shot, top it with some lime
I'm sippin' on vodka strong as Chewbaca in his prime
Thinkin' God forgive, He's kind, so opposite of mine
So I'mma hit the grind til I'm the topic of the time
See I'm confident that competition's hoppin' into line to fall victim to apocalyptic rhymes
So poppin' shit is fine, not to my face, say it to my back
Cuz I'm ahead of you whack niggas, blame it on a fact
When your paper get jammed up, blame it on a fax
While I'm in Saks snatchin' everything hangin' on the racks
I used to reach out 'til my arm would get tired
I ain't reachin' out no more, that offer expired
Matter of fact, this entire song is coffin inspired
Draw then I fire, you fell off, you lost the desire
Caught Alzheimers, forgot the lost art of the raw rhymer
G-shot, niggas all kinda small timers
This tune is an open wound to a salt miner
C.O.B we A Few Good Men like Rob Reiner
That's why them hoes be on us when we with Mr. Porter
Told you we gettin' head or tail quick as you flip a quarter
Think of the best rappers alive from 5 to number 1
If I ain't on the bottom then nigga switch the order
Stop the presses, hip-hop ain't dead but it's rockin' dresses
You got the message, from the Apex Predator

Tell Them Mf's We Made It lyrics - Crooked I

[Verse 1]
Now what the hell should I care about, nothing
I'm Paramount, fuck it bring the Maclaren out
She gets sky miles the way I air 'em out
French connection, I Paris my whereabouts
You still in your parents' house
I'm with a vixen hard nipples and the cherry blouse
No pants derriere is out
I call it honeymoon without the marriage vows
I fuck with some street killers and D dealers
We out to market everything, even 3 wheelers
I fuck with some blunt smokers and E-pillers
You don't like us, so what, the freaks feel us
Onion booty and some yoga pants
She got that 'won't you come bend me over stance
I got paper and she over stamps
I got a message for the haters man

[Hook]
Tell them muhfuckas we made it
[x4]
Live good, still hood
Grind hard like a real nigga should
1hunnid, stay true
Let 'em know, tell them muhfuckas we made it

[Verse 2]
Yeah, tell them muhfuckas we made it
Johnny Blue, tell them muhfuckas we faded
Middle finger you and them mothafuckas who hate it
Still sleeping on us, leave them suckas sedated
By the time they wake up, probably flying to Jamaica
On my birthday gettin' my cake up
You dudes Hollywood, say what?
I call you virtual sex, you fake fucks
I don't think you want a problem
I'm Andy Warhol and [?] on boardwalk
I'm awesome when I draw guns
Be somewhere in Boston when the law come
With a bad bitch and she know it's pimpin'
Her accent is like Lois Griffin
The Lord's prayer over roasted chicken
Some red wine, let's toast to livin'

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
Breaking news, we making moves
You new niggas listen, pay your dues
Don't be a dive artist, or you play to lose
Kick you while you down, in my favorite shoes
Box me, you need a drug test
Box full of shells, let's have a slug fest
Then I tell your ho put on her fuck dress
Give me brains for fame, that's success
The best revenge and this is murder now
You talk behind my back and I ain't even turn around
Ants to a giant, I ain't even heard a sound
Attitude up, I ain't finna turn it down
VH1 bitch in a black Carerra
Gettin' Viacom pussy in this ratchet era
Fuck her weave up and her black mascara
Then pass by my haters blowin' Jack Herera

[Hook]

mixtape: "Psalm 82:v6" (2012)

Psalm 82 v6 Intro lyrics - Crooked I

[Intro:]
Talk to the people man
Niggaz don't talk no more in this game man

[Verse:]
Psalm 82 verse 6
Thus says the lord
You are gods
Children of the most high
Psalm 82 verse 6
God of the West Coast
They gonna try to stop me
Stop this message
Nobody can stop the God
Nobody
Understand they gon' try to stop you too
(They gon' try)
The whole recipe to the universe
Resides inside your mind
Secrets, secrets they don't want you to unlock
I got the key so follow me
One of my own, that's what you wanna know
No weapon formed against me shall prosper
No weapon formed against my copsters
You new niggas, pay attention
I was born with a powerful mind
A mind powerful enough to attract positive things
And a desired lifestyle
Let's get paid niggas, let's get paid
God of the West Coast
God of the West Coast
Known to flow nice
When the sun shine in the scope
Used to be a death flow
God of the West Coast
God of the West Coast
God of the West Coast
Known to flow nice
When the sun shine in the scope
Used to be a death flow
God of the West Coast
God of the West Coast
And LA Lakers
That's right

G's Us lyrics - Crooked I (feat. Roc Marciano)

[Chorus:]
They tried to separate us G's but they never could
They tried to separate us G's but they never could
They tried to separate us G's but they never could
Boss niggas fuck with boss niggas in every hood
Cause, blood, God, son, peoples, folks, thugs, love
Divide and conquer is the method but it's understood
We get respect in every section that us hustlers stood
Cause, blood, God, son, peoples, folks, thugs, love

Hold up Crook you going to hard man
They been waiting for this for a minute

[Chorus:]
They tried to separate us G's but they never could
Boss niggas fuck with boss niggas in every hood
Cause, blood, God, son, peoples, folks, thugs, love
Divide and conquer is the method but it's understood
We get respect in every section that us hustlers stood
Cause, blood, God, son, peoples, folks, thugs, love

[Verse:]
Yeah, Croo let's go my nigga
Blowing smoke out the outie
My spread be smelling like mountie
Federalies on the hills that led the battles
Blowing smoke out the outie
My spread be smelling like mountie
Federalies on the hills that led the battles
Blowing smoke out the outie
My spread be smelling like mountie
Federalies on the hills that led the battles
Stray the dames, great capillaries
Caress fatties, piggy ray canary
Cuban lane Miami
Virgin Mary turn a purple caddy
Gary sweet callin' purple candy
Talking bird out of the panties
Swallow brandy, I fly to where Sandy
You lay south up in your camp
Be like glam me
Old hammer blammer AT, melt some,
Cans, a bottle of wine, I set the belt buckles
The bare I hustle, had the snout lustful
Blow the spot like a mushroom
And takin' the truck fumes
I taste the crushed food, drink a cup full
Display the Jacob on the cuff too
My gain is plush blue, my waste day on a bus rule
My butt laying in a plush coupe, fuck you
Nigga
My butt laying in a plush coupe like fuck you

[Chorus:]
They tried to separate us G's but they never could
Boss niggas fuck with boss niggas in every hood
Cause, blood, God, son, peoples, folks, thugs, love
Divide and conquer is the method but it's understood
We get respect in every section that us hustlers stood
Cause, blood, God, son, peoples, folks, thugs, love

[Verse:]
Calli niggas drive the meanest chargers
We Robin Hoods like the english archer
Pouring our liquor for the dececed departure
Tell the Grim Reaper that we his parteners
Cut the grass low, you snake niggas meet your gardners
Gun sleeping in my waist, don't awake my stainless
You interrupt his power neck, he gonna make you famous
It took a long time for the world to let me display my cadence
Like a hospital chaplain, I had to pray for patience
It's all scietific, my mind's higher lifted
I wrote note thy self in the Pyramides and hieroglyphics
I steal fire bisquits, street soldier I enlist it
I hope in your world that in 2012 don't get the mayans twisted
For metazine and vodka that's the gasoline bottle
I broke a cigar, smoke on a show magazine model
That Ferrari squat, she has a scene throttle
It cost an arm and a leg, the amputee auto
About my lutes and lieutenants want to recruit me
But generals already absolutely salutely

[Chorus:]
They tried to separate us G's but they never could
Boss niggas fuck with boss niggas in every hood
Cause, blood, God, son, peoples, folks, thugs, love
Divide and conquer is the method but it's understood
We get respect in every section that us hustlers stood
Cause, blood, God, son, peoples, folks, thugs, love

[Outro:]
It's all love
It's all love

G.A.N.G Up (Grind And Never Give Up) lyrics - Crooked I (feat. Medi)

[Chorus:]
I heard you walk to the kindle up, bitch you crazy
Ride 'til I make a note, bitch don't lay this
The motherfucking really want me to stop it
You better make me, make me, make me
All black pimps driving black Mercedes
Ride around town with my shit all creaky
Last thing you wanna do is sustain pop
You gotta make me, make me, don't make me

[Verse:]
Why still rap my nigga 'cause I'm the truth
The way I spit I had to make the poof I approve
Why still rap my nigga 'cause I'm the truth
The way I spit I had to make the poof I approve
Why still rap my nigga 'cause I'm the truth
The way I spit I had to make the poof I approve
Riding on the train when I couldn't buy a coupe
I was inspired by Cube, just like I admire Snoop
Digging in the crates I'm just tryin' to find a loop
Then I rhyme over your head like I'm trying to design a roof
You only get one shot, I'm the type to shoot
No disrespect to LeBron but Kobe gon' find the hoop
I'm a do it, my homie say wassup, nigga listen
I ain't dissing but this is constructive criticism
You been rapping all your life my nigga
I think it's time to drop the mic my nigga
I ain't wanna knock advice
So everytime I spit I hit acapella on stage
I drop the mic my nigga
See I'm out on boxing life
And I won't throw in the towel
And stop the fight, not tonight, nigga

[Chorus:]
I heard you walk to the kindle up, bitch you crazy
Ride 'til I make a note, bitch don't lay this
The motherfucking really want me to stop it
You better make me, make me, make me
All black pimps driving black Mercedes
Ride around town with my shit all creaky
Last thing you wanna do is sustain pop
You gotta make me, make me, don't make me

[Verse:]
Ain't no quitter any bullshitter,
Any forfeiter in me if I'm chasing more benjies
Please don't continue, it's the poor nigga in me
Waging a war against pennies
If I get it from singing, may the Lord forgive me
So much game in the hood
I'm observing plenty from OG's
As I reach in I pour some in here
In a cup, It's Pac and Eminem
It's against all odds
And I don't give a fuck man, I don't give a fuck
Yeah that's what's up
I slap hands with Hove
I gave dept to Pov
I got game from Russel
I think that's enough motivation
And never let succes pass me up
Master P told me, keep both feet in the game
Inspiration came from too many people to name
Now that I'm up yeah I got to keep it the same
I gave new rappers a brand new meaning for game

[Chorus:]
I heard you walk to the kindle up, bitch you crazy
Ride 'til I make a note, bitch don't lay this
The motherfucking really want me to stop it
You better make me, make me, make me
All black pimps driving black Mercedes
Ride around town with my shit all creaky
Last thing you wanna do is sustain pop
You gotta make me, make me, don't make me