Crooked I (KXNG Crooked)

[fox69]

"No Plan B"

"No Plan B"


No plan b, I ain't got no plan b
No plan b, I ain't got no plan b
No plan b, no plan b, no plan b
I just might be the hungriest rapper the game ever saw
Win or lose for me because it ain't no draw
Started from the bottom that's why I'm so raw
Yeah, that's why I'm so raw
My attitude is keep moving forward
Fuck a setback, keep moving onward
Not to mention I'm like detention in a class by myself and I did my homework
Na, no plan b, I ain't got no plan b
When I go hard that's the exclamation
Don't make moves through desperation
I don't know just how far I go, but I know success is my destination
My work ethic has been perfected, the only thing better is my reputation
In my mind I use it like a magnate to attract the wealth
Never been afraid to ask for help
But I know I'll be a savage if a nigga can manage to master - self
All the nights in the rain waiting on my time and it finally came
Before the lights and the fame I had to swallow my pride and ride in my lane
Grind in the game no dime to my name
I was dying inside getting mind on my brain
Why entertain, cry in the pain
When you know you're down to push a line when you got ice in your veins
And your life in the change
No plan b because your life in the change
No plan b, got to show the world that clique the hardest
Turn off the lights and I spit in darkness
Feeling like I'm running out of time
No more mister nice guy, nice try, bitch, I'm heartless
Go ahead pick the spot and mark it
Back of the rifle is under my arm pit
Eye in the scope, finger on the trigger
Give me one shot, I'mma hit the target
Nigga no plan b, no plan b
I ain't got no plan b
Everybody talking about my good luck
Fuck good luck, ho, that's me
Pay my dues and obey the rules, this industry is like your virginity
Because right after you get fucked you find out that you came to lose
No plan b, I ain't got no plan b
No plan b, I ain't got no plan b
So what, don't worry, no guts no glory
No nuts no story, so what's your story?
No plan b

 

[fox69]

"No Sleep Gang"

"No Sleep Gang"


[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]

 

[fox69]

"Nobody Cares"
(feat. Tena Jones)

"Nobody Cares"
(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]

 

[fox69]

"Not For The Weak Minded"
(feat. Snow Tha Product)

"Not For The Weak Minded"
(feat. Snow Tha Product)



Music affects your brain
Whether people will admit it or not
And you don't have to be weak minded for it to do so
All I wanna do is, go harder and harder
Get smarter than Harvard, go hard with the Slaughter
To keep it one hundred, I think the industry
Wanna see a nigga like me depart as a martyr
Walking on water, the flow is immaculate
Reading off the Dead Sea Scrolls as I'm rapping it
The track I'm crashing it
Making it look like a Cadillac had a bad accident
Cuz y'all ain't passionate, catch a jab to your abdomen
Then I'mma tap your chin, I'm a boss, you an applicant
Y'all cats pretend (never ever ever rap again)
Crooked I kick it in the hood
Pistol to protect me cuz I'm figuring it could
Homie, I’m living like a genie in a lamp
Rub me wrong, I wish a nigga would
Killers ready to get dirty
Some niggas who dress nerdy who ain't even touch 30
They quiet and ain't wordy, their firing ain't sturdy
I've been a couple of light years from any nigga that wanna discern me
So callate puto, Breaking Bad and I'm Tuco
Got the Hublot hanging out the bulletproof coupe though
If you didn't, now you do know!
[Hook:]
Yo, light that up, pour that up
Middle finger music, throw that up
Act like this cuz we don't give a fuck
(We don't give a fuck)
Cuz we don't give a fuck
Why should I, man, with my good eye
I can see all y'all snakes so I put my
Foot up your ass, kill em with success
Look how I pass em up, I'm like "Goodbye!"
Million dollar bitches get bucked in the face
If he ain't about money then your husband a waste
I'mma switch the scenery up to a bank
That's how a real nigga cut to the Chase
Pour a little vodka, load the Glock up
Then roll some bomb up that'll blow Sadam up
Pull up in the drop with Snow Tha Product
We don't give a fuck is our code of conduct
[Snow Tha Product:]
I've been at the shit through past due rents
Man I've been broke, I've been homeless, shit packed in bins
I've been at this since back when tax bracket shit
Was way past any practical math I did
Now I'm halfway past half to a capitalist
Three-fourths day of the year i rap top of the list
Now I'm really getting my dividends and stackin' up big
Gotta go back to where I'm from to mentally handle this shit
Cuz I've been a nobody so long, gonna readjust
Get a North Hollywood home
Still close enough to deal with bullshit deals
But yet far enough to be where Latin folks roam
All originality with a capital O
So the game wanna see a bitch broke with no soul
So I grasp it tight because a chick like me know
That I would rob these bitches because old habits die slow
Look I never been a punk and I never been a bitch
So you bitches better run, we all know the benefits
Cuz your 15's done when my 16's hit
Heard games are for fun but this game's bullshit
Bitch, no I did not come this far to quit
This argument is not even real
Went from not having a pot to piss to coppin' whips
And stocks and casas in hills
All these new bitches talking but chill
Watch when they get out of pocket, I'll kill
Any of them, got plenty of friends, in any event
I'll finish em off, no question, no squeal
Yes I am tired of all you sluts
That been coming in the game cause you bought your butts
Now you wanna claim fame cuz some guy you fucked
Is giving you a hood pass, should've passed you up
But yup, of course you lie, sit there and organize
Try to be more than just hoes, umm
Thinking you sort of tight cause someone wrote your lines
Thinking you whores have got flow, no
You can record the lies, gimme some more so I
Finally listen and hear dough
Cuz I've been trying to hear competition for a god damn year
But don't hear shit but ripoffs and hoes
Get off the blow, get up and get y'all a show
I have been hitting the road, building my own
Little by little but no, I do it all on my own
Yes I got dough, I don't split shit but to roll
Bitch I can show y'all the ropes
All of you hoes that got cosigns, clothesline dry ass
Stale ass bitches need those, I don't!
[Hook]
In the underground they put me on the throne
In the mainstream they say I don't belong
Talk about a nigga only good for a freestyle
Fuck that, we can go song-for-song
Word, I'm killing the best of men
Get rid of they next of kin, get rid of the pestilence
I give em a testament, I'm rebuilding the West
And I'm pissing off in the coffin that you resting in
Skinny jeans and leggings, you're anything but legend
I really bring the weapons, the semi beam behead ya
The guillotine'll sever my killing team and catch all my enemies
I bet you the ten of these will break you apart, yeah
Leaking in a puddle, whole hospital staff meeting in a huddle
Trying to figure out how to put your body parts back together
Just like the pieces of a puzzle
And I'm gone in the wind, yeah, I'm gone in the wind
I was fucked up, broke, really
Resting my Achilles, I'm balling again
Never going broke, say fuck that shit (fuck that shit)
Yeah fuck that shit
She don't fuck with Snow, fuck that bitch (fuck that bitch)
Fuck that bitch
Like imagination during masturbation
Fuck what you think, what the fuck did you think?
The day your opinions can cut me a check
That'll be the day I give a fuck what you think
You weak minded!

 

[fox69]

"Not For The Weak Minded"
(feat. Snow Tha Product)

"Not For The Weak Minded"
(feat. Snow Tha Product)



Music affects your brain
Whether people will admit it or not
And you don't have to be weak minded for it to do so
All I wanna do is, go harder and harder
Get smarter than Harvard, go hard with the Slaughter
To keep it one hundred, I think the industry
Wanna see a nigga like me depart as a martyr
Walking on water, the flow is immaculate
Reading off the Dead Sea Scrolls as I'm rapping it
The track I'm crashing it
Making it look like a Cadillac had a bad accident
Cuz y'all ain't passionate, catch a jab to your abdomen
Then I'mma tap your chin, I'm a boss, you an applicant
Y'all cats pretend (never ever ever rap again)
Crooked I kick it in the hood
Pistol to protect me cuz I'm figuring it could
Homie, I’m living like a genie in a lamp
Rub me wrong, I wish a nigga would
Killers ready to get dirty
Some niggas who dress nerdy who ain't even touch 30
They quiet and ain't wordy, their firing ain't sturdy
I've been a couple of light years from any nigga that wanna discern me
So callate puto, Breaking Bad and I'm Tuco
Got the Hublot hanging out the bulletproof coupe though
If you didn't, now you do know!
[Hook:]
Yo, light that up, pour that up
Middle finger music, throw that up
Act like this cuz we don't give a fuck
(We don't give a fuck)
Cuz we don't give a fuck
Why should I, man, with my good eye
I can see all y'all snakes so I put my
Foot up your ass, kill em with success
Look how I pass em up, I'm like "Goodbye!"
Million dollar bitches get bucked in the face
If he ain't about money then your husband a waste
I'mma switch the scenery up to a bank
That's how a real nigga cut to the Chase
Pour a little vodka, load the Glock up
Then roll some bomb up that'll blow Sadam up
Pull up in the drop with Snow Tha Product
We don't give a fuck is our code of conduct
[Snow Tha Product:]
I've been at the shit through past due rents
Man I've been broke, I've been homeless, shit packed in bins
I've been at this since back when tax bracket shit
Was way past any practical math I did
Now I'm halfway past half to a capitalist
Three-fourths day of the year i rap top of the list
Now I'm really getting my dividends and stackin' up big
Gotta go back to where I'm from to mentally handle this shit
Cuz I've been a nobody so long, gonna readjust
Get a North Hollywood home
Still close enough to deal with bullshit deals
But yet far enough to be where Latin folks roam
All originality with a capital O
So the game wanna see a bitch broke with no soul
So I grasp it tight because a chick like me know
That I would rob these bitches because old habits die slow
Look I never been a punk and I never been a bitch
So you bitches better run, we all know the benefits
Cuz your 15's done when my 16's hit
Heard games are for fun but this game's bullshit
Bitch, no I did not come this far to quit
This argument is not even real
Went from not having a pot to piss to coppin' whips
And stocks and casas in hills
All these new bitches talking but chill
Watch when they get out of pocket, I'll kill
Any of them, got plenty of friends, in any event
I'll finish em off, no question, no squeal
Yes I am tired of all you sluts
That been coming in the game cause you bought your butts
Now you wanna claim fame cuz some guy you fucked
Is giving you a hood pass, should've passed you up
But yup, of course you lie, sit there and organize
Try to be more than just hoes, umm
Thinking you sort of tight cause someone wrote your lines
Thinking you whores have got flow, no
You can record the lies, gimme some more so I
Finally listen and hear dough
Cuz I've been trying to hear competition for a god damn year
But don't hear shit but ripoffs and hoes
Get off the blow, get up and get y'all a show
I have been hitting the road, building my own
Little by little but no, I do it all on my own
Yes I got dough, I don't split shit but to roll
Bitch I can show y'all the ropes
All of you hoes that got cosigns, clothesline dry ass
Stale ass bitches need those, I don't!
[Hook]
In the underground they put me on the throne
In the mainstream they say I don't belong
Talk about a nigga only good for a freestyle
Fuck that, we can go song-for-song
Word, I'm killing the best of men
Get rid of they next of kin, get rid of the pestilence
I give em a testament, I'm rebuilding the West
And I'm pissing off in the coffin that you resting in
Skinny jeans and leggings, you're anything but legend
I really bring the weapons, the semi beam behead ya
The guillotine'll sever my killing team and catch all my enemies
I bet you the ten of these will break you apart, yeah
Leaking in a puddle, whole hospital staff meeting in a huddle
Trying to figure out how to put your body parts back together
Just like the pieces of a puzzle
And I'm gone in the wind, yeah, I'm gone in the wind
I was fucked up, broke, really
Resting my Achilles, I'm balling again
Never going broke, say fuck that shit (fuck that shit)
Yeah fuck that shit
She don't fuck with Snow, fuck that bitch (fuck that bitch)
Fuck that bitch
Like imagination during masturbation
Fuck what you think, what the fuck did you think?
The day your opinions can cut me a check
That'll be the day I give a fuck what you think
You weak minded!

 

[fox69]

"Obey (KXNG'S Speech)"

"Obey (KXNG'S Speech)"


You are now about to begin
A great adventure
A journey
Out of your mind

They say the world has been corrupted by the rich folk
That's why my freedom got a blaster in my trench coat
And, Lady Justice, I'm just coming to cut this bitch throat
She ass out like them purple pants Prince wore
I'm just sitting here with all these rocket launchers
Trying to think of a reason I should listen to my conscious
Reaching into my mind for a memory
Maybe a promise I made my momma
That I would not come out and show out with them choppas
My papa ain't around, the system swallowed him whole
I couldn't find a promise, guess I'll follow the code:
Follow the code of being an outlaw, get every dollar I'm owed
Fuck it these white collar criminals trying to swallow the globe
They out here getting paid off
The backs of the same workers they laid off
Then they cut the drug trade off
No more getting that weight off
These days, you can't even tell a Bernie Sanders from a Bernie Madoff
They all the same, bunch of Adolfs
Under a different swastika
Got a brand new oven for all you hot niggas
Here come the drum roll...
Understand the propaganda
That they using to control your mind
Cause it's a psychological battle
And they thinking for you!

Where thay at tho?
And they thinking for you!
Nah, tell me where thay at tho?

Puppets on the television trying sell a vision
Tell them I ain't buying that
This is a revolution
I'mma let iron clap
Till I see execution clap clap fire back
They fear their retribution
Machine gun preacher
Carve psalms in their bullets
And you devils gonna feel the word of God
When I pull it fear no evil
The body snatchers are coming I got my nine cocked
They ain't got a chain on my body
When they got my mind locked
Every book they made me read that was
Hoping that the cycle don't stop
Like Father Time's watch
You see the stencil was saved
On to how to mental enslave
We was meant to behave
Until we enter the grave
Mightier than the sword
That's what the pencil became
Ran out of cheek's to turn
This is meant for the brave
War, who's ready for war?
I ain't talking about the group that sang lowrider
ISIS mixed with Al-Quada
Coming for us poor outsiders
We devout riders
Dude I need a lighter
I'm smoking weed with some freedom fighters
Who call me a leader but really I never need a title
Just need a rifle to defeat the rivals
Of my streets' disciple
Just need my people's survival
This is a street revival!
This is a street revival!
This is a street revival!

"Politicians make people believe their vote mattered
On issues that affected their lives
When all along the elite want the 1 percent control of decision making."

Cause it's a psychological battle
And they thinking for you!

Where thay at tho?
And they thinking for you!
Nah, tell me where thay at tho?

There is no money in justice and peace
I repeat: there is no money in justice and peace
There's only money in corruption
There's only money in penitentiary, free labor and war
Why you think the middle class died 50 years ago?
It was all planned by the politicians and fakers
It was all planned by the puppet master
Look at this place man, look at what they created
There's the super rich and the super poor
Nothing's in between
They killing us
We killing us
Everybody is killing us!
They lied to our parents
They lied to our grandparents
You don't see it?
They wrote a rejection [?] outside of this atmosphere
You don't see it?
And they still liars
Everything you learned is false
Everything you see is fake
They brain washing us
They brain washing us
But there's room
There are no rules in taking ourselves back
You ready to take yourself back?
You ready to take yourself back?!
You ready to fight this fucked up system?!
If you want to lead the movement, do it now
Better to be a coward now
Than to be a traitor later

And that's the truth

 

[fox69]

"Officer Kill A Nigga"

"Officer Kill A Nigga"


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

 

[fox69]

"OkBye"

"OkBye"


California, you now rocking with the motherfucking best, crooked I
You don't like how I live, ok, bye
You don't like it money, ok, bye
You don't like bad chicks, ok, bye
Now go that away, go that away
The world hating on you boy just yesterday,
But like I said that was yesterday, cause hey
Eminem sign me to shady put me on interscope
Then he gave me a rifle so I could put you in a scope
Gave me the stamp, put the check in the mail
Now chicks licking me like an envelope, yeah I'm her throat
Crook in about to score I see the red zone,
All I need is peace by trade, but not the hair falls
Think I don't live right homie, you care wrong
Cause I'm a real sandwich, I'm just saying my bread loaf
Walk in the club with a geiger east side us
Some rappers cool, I came to be liver
You claim to be... you say you spit flames, you a liar
Damn god change your speech right up
I'm sour ways on the hater keep pushing
Just another... pussy who meet a dushing
I'm looking for a round ass I need a kushin
I love it when tell me daddy ineed a wooping
You don't like how I live, ok, bye
You don't like it money, ok, bye
You don't like bad chicks, ok, bye
Now go that away, go that away
You don't like how I do it, ok, bye
You don't like that I'm good, ok, bye
You don't like that I'm me, ok, bye
Now go that away, go that away
I'll be keeping it real because I am real
Yes some of yo eating good but it's your last meal
You the king of the hill, but it's an ant hill
I kick it over, you over tell me how that feels
It's not an arrogant thing, I got a stable of lyrics
And I'll be pimping these... like sean garret and dre
If these songs were whose I have a harem like an arabian king
So beware my team, yeap
So many wolves you ain't got nothing for me
Nowadays all that champagne popping looking horny
We got the bit-hes all... getting horny
And they ain't thinking of leaving till 6 in the morning
Yeah, they love fucking with us, let them do what they do
You be cuffing them tough
See you grey hound luggage when it comes to the sluts
Cause they're gonna throw you under the bus, boy
You don't like how I live, ok, bye
You don't like it money, ok, bye
You don't like bad chicks, ok, bye
Now go that away, go that away
You don't like how I do it, ok, bye
You don't like that I'm good, ok, bye
You don't like that I'm me, ok, bye
Now go that away, go that away
As long as I hustle hard money go come with ease
And it's child's play call it chunky cheese
Wanna do it like me, go sell a couple keys and a ton of weed
Then run the street with a hundred cheese
Goes that is they coming out the wood work
I would work but they ain't had a hood work
I'm trying to take over the game, big and pop style
Labels try to drop my old -hit cause I'm hot now
But oh -hit, you should stop now
Try to play me with some old -hit, I shoot your block down
Dirty magazines tell you what my click about
Cause playboy we some hustlers in a penthouse
Louie bag full of paper, let my chick count
She fly in a double summersault dismount
There she swear to god, crooked... out
I got a bad breath cause I'm from the slaughterhouse
You don't like how I live, ok, bye
You don't like it money, ok, bye
You don't like bad chicks, ok, bye
Now go that away, go that away
You don't like how I do it, ok, bye
You don't like that I'm good, ok, bye
You don't like that I'm me, ok, bye
Now go that away, go that away.

 

[fox69]

"Pac & Biggie"

"Pac & Biggie"


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.

 

[fox69]

"Praise GOD"

"Praise GOD"


[Intro:]
Real shit, to all my loved ones in the cemetery
I'm a live it up down here
'Til I meet you at the crossroads up there

[Chorus:]
For our loved ones dead and gone
Turn it up, turn it up
Feel what I feel when you hear this song
Turn it up, turn it up
Praise God
I seen another day
'Cause Lord knows,
Could've went the other way
Could've went the other way
Could've went the other way
Could've went the other way
Could've went the other way
Could've went the other way
Could've went the other way
I praise God
I seen another day
Could've went the other way

[Verse:]
COB is my religion, what do you believe in
I believe in divine intervention
I'm lucky to be breathing
Gun shots loud out of nowhere
Shooter tried to put me under cement
God intervene, luckly he seen it
Guess that right there wasn't in the agreement
Life is cold, I've seen it change niggas
I don't blame, when I hang with a
Thousand fucking gang members
Put you in shovel trouble
My pistol's grave digger
Sipping that liquor prescribing it like
It was vike and call it painkillers
Drinking, driving, swerving high on
I'm thinking, crying, surging, fine
I'm sinking I am hurting why are
All of my people dying
Why must you leave real niggaz die
While busters breathe
Where's the justice, just the other day
I was thinking 'bout
One of my dead homies and
I felt something touch my sleeve
Maybe I just believe
Maybe it was just a breeze
As these hours pass,
While I still got time in my hourglass

[Chorus:]
I praise God
I seen another day
'Cause Lord knows,
Could've went the other way
Could've went the other way
Could've went the other way
Could've went the other way
Could've went the other way
Could've went the other way
Could've went the other way
I praise God
I seen another day
Could've went the other way
For our loved ones dead and gone
Turn it up, turn it up
Feel what I feel when you hear this song
Turn it up, turn it up
I praise God
I praise God

[Outro:]
Yeah
Reviving out man
Crooked I, psalm 82 6
Shout to the whole slaughter house team
We the LA Lakers
Dj sour milk, just incredible
La Lakers dot com
I praise God
So what's the morale to the million dollar story
It ain't about money, it's more about making something out of nothing
And if you can draw inspiration from that
That's your millions dollars, shit
That's even more than a million dollars