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Crooked I (KXNG Crooked)

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"Auplelia (Auphelia Payne)"
(feat. Sheena)

"Auplelia (Auphelia Payne)"
(feat. Sheena)



This one's dedicated to my home girl, Auphelia Payne

She was a ghetto little girl who became a young woman
Didn't have no kids, didn't plan on one coming
And niggaz who wasn't bout shit, she'd run from em
From a welfare family, look how the slums done em
Daddy was an alcoholic so her mama dissed him
Her gang banging brother was a homicide victim
One of her other younger brothers locked by the system
She sent him letters, couldn't describe how she missed him
Told him jobs in the hood ain't plenty
So I'm part-timing it at Denny's
But she didn't tell him at night she's strip club waitress serving Henny
Rocking lace stockings and a mini
Customers ask if they could buy sexual favors
Even the women want bisexual favors
But she don't get down like that and so they label her a hater
Go on, baby, tell them what you're made of

You don't know what to do, you gotta make it through
I feel your pain
You gotta keep on fighting and you will get to the better days
I feel your pain
Keep pushing, you'll be fine, don't give in, you'll be alright
I feel your pain

Now she wanna go to school so she enrolled in night classes
Told her friends about it but they acted like asses
They don't know we can't let this life pass us
Jet black hair, shaded eye glasses
Standing on the bus stop like a poster of dignity
Even though niggaz push crack in that vicinity
You keep your identity
Rest in peace, big bro tatted on your left arm in beautiful caligraphy
It'll be a cold day in hell when you give up
You got a game plan to pull that european whip up
Get a interior decorator to fix your crib up
For being sick of the bullshit, I give you big ups
A lot of your homegirls, they ain't built the same
You tell them to get off they ass but they still remain
Lead by example though, kill the game
And one day they can build and change
I feel your pain

You don't know what to do, you gotta make it through
I feel your pain
You gotta keep on fighting and you will get to the better days
I feel your pain
Keep pushing, you'll be fine, don't give in, you'll be alright
I feel your pain

She was a ghetto little girl who became a young woman
And three years from now, she got a son coming
Today she in a 600, look at her stunting
While naysayers was fronting, she went and done something
Made it out of school, got two coupes to twirl
On the weekends she speaks at a youth group for girls
Teach them how to properly move through the world
Droppin jewels of wisdom if you choose the pearls
Got her own business and she's barely even 30
She said I prayed for strength and, baby, god heard me
Got accountants now, employees, and attorneys
Found a real nigga who appreciates her journey
Ain't gotta do it alone, got a loan
Moved mamma right out of the criminal zone
Got a front and back bone when little bro come home
Now she even got her own song
I feel your pain

You don't know what to do, you gotta make it through
I feel your pain
You gotta keep on fighting and you will get to the better days
I feel your pain
Keep pushing, you'll be fine, don't give in, you'll be alright
I feel your pain

Yeah, you know what I'm saying? This one goes out to my homegirl, Auphelia
Payne. You know sometimes we as men always focus on our own problems and we
ignore the problems that our women are going through. You know what I'm
saying? But if nobody else care about your everyday stuggle, you gotta know
that I do. Smile, baby girl, it's gonna be alright. We gonna make it through
the storm and watch the sunshine. I feel your pain

I feel your pain
I know your going through a thang
Everything will be okay
The sun shines after rain

Hey, I feel your pain
I know your going through a thang
Everything will be okay
The sun shines after rain
 
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"Baby (Remix)"
(feat. Ashanti)

"Baby (Remix)"
(feat. Ashanti)



[Ashanti]
I remember feelin like this...
[Chorus: Ashanti]
Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby (Baby)
Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby
Love it when I heard your name, got me sayin...
Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby (Baby, I love you)
Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby
Love it when I heard your name, got me sayin...
[Ashanti]
I got the jomes forming in my bones (From a man)
Who indeed took over my soul (Understand)
I couldn't breathe if he ever said (He would leave)
Get on my knees, til there bloody red (Baby please)
See I don't know if you get it yet (Just don't know)
He's like the lighter to my cigarette (Wacth me smoke)
I never knew another human life (Didn't know)
Who got the power to take over mine, so baby, baby
[Crooked I]
Yo, I love my R & B, P's man
She be in the shower singin "Shockin Car Sweet Thang"
But I'm on the block, gutter thuggin where the G's hang
Cuz all of my father figures came from a street gang
It's Crooked I, ridin wit me more
She top notch, dog a bently is sore
She keep her body covered in Christian Deor (Wow)
Plus she's ready to ride wit me in war
Who can ask for more? Me and my...
[Chorus: Ashanti]
Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby (Baby)
Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby
Love it when I heard your name, got me sayin...
Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby (Baby, I love you)
Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby
Love it when I heard your name, got me sayin...
[Ashanti]
See I can never feel alone with you (In my life)
I'll give up everything I own for you (Won't think twice)
Almost a shame how I'm mesmerised (Such a shame)
I lose my thought lookin in your eyes (I know, I)
Because your kisses make my lips quiver (And that's real)
And when you touch me my whole body shivers (I can feel)
Now I can see how another life (Another life)
Could the power to take over mine (Cuz your my)
[Chorus: Ashanti]
Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby (Baby)
Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby
Love it when I heard your name, got me sayin...
Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby (Baby, I love you)
Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby
Love it when I heard your name, got me sayin...
[Ashanti (Crooked I)]
Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby
(You wit the I, we gon ride til we die ya know)
Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby
(Ya wit the two by my side we always gon survive fo'-sho')
Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby
(Yo, yo lets get this money huh, let's get this paper right)
Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby
(Whenever it's the ROW and Murder Inc it's a done deal when we link)
[Crooked I (Ashanti)]
And tell me, who could ever picture
That me and you would be together forever
I'm a gangsta, they said I'd never get ya (Baby)
I'm runnin the turf, you want me comin to church
How can I come, when I know I keep guns under my shirt
I love the street life, But that there love is a curse
And I when I think about livin without you
(Baby, I love you) Nothin is worse
I got my lil' mommaz back, it's more than just hoppin in the sack
I guess I posses a track, you my...
[Chorus: Ashanti]
Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby (Baby)
Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby
Love it when I heard your name, got me sayin...
Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby (Baby, I love you)
Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby
Love it when I heard your name, got me sayin...
[Ashanti (Crooked I)]
Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby
(You wit the I, we gon ride til we die ya know)
Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby
(Ya wit the two by my side we always gon survive fo'-sho')
Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby
(Yo, yo lets get this money huh, let's get this paper right)
Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby
(Whenever it's the ROW and Murder Inc it's a done deal when we link)
[Chorus: Ashanti]
Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby (Baby)
Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby
Love it when I heard your name, got me sayin...
Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby (Baby, I love you)
Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby
Love it when I heard your name, got me sayin...
(Baby...)
 
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"Banger On My Lap"

"Banger On My Lap"


Banger on my lap, my seats lean back
I'm ready when beef crack, I hope you know the business
White tee attached, fresh Dodger hats
Long Beach is where we at

Crooked keep infinite cannons to blam at y'all,
Put hammers in ya mouth like Ambasol, a damn Neanderthal.
Ratchets draw, I'm last to fall, standin tall.
Your blood on the canvas that's all the camera saw.
Yeah, fake pussies despise me,
Cause I pull up dumpin shots while the Bathing Ape hoody disguise me.
And for the shit I'm writing you should straight pull it, surprise me;
I'm a beast I ain't letting straight bullets survive me.
This Wes Craven's a thug, I'm Tech wavin
Makin you a rest haven for slugs, your chest cave in
You meet your death facin the mud, I'm neck breakin
Die in ya vest tastin ya blood, I'm breathtaking.
My trigger finger gon ring them things towards you,
Doctors'll go'n find a machine to breathe for you
Them hammers'll King Thor you, the beam floor you
It tore through your spleen, poor you, choirs'll sing for you.
I'm missin noodles, you niggas poodles.
Don't try to resist cause this is feudal, but I give you kudos.
Props my nigga, then I'm a give you two holes.
When cops come askin what happened? I'm a tell em who knows?
Never talkin I'd rather walk in a cell,
Direct a call for the bail cause tellin's awful as hell
And snitchin's a nail in ya coffin as well
Get knocked off, from shots called, by young bosses in jail.
This is the life we, lead nightly,
Creep lightly through the streets with G's like me.
It's like the certain made Adam and Eve bite me,
I put the knowledge on good and evil on trees like leaves.
Paper, I flip cream with my notebook
Hot sixteens and a dope hook
Sometimes I freestyle, now I call that flow the no look
You don't use pens either, good but, you're no Crook.
I dust you flow off, just to show off
Busters know, they can't turn this hustler's blow off.
Face it you basic, you wack-ass niggas is getting wasted.
I reach in my waist and the 38 rip.
Bullets straight zip, through the air like a spaceship,
Hit you under the chin, give you a face lift, you ain't shit.
I'm on some bang bang Circle Gang shit.
Puttin blood on your shoes like Game's Hurricane kicks.
Get murdered man, with perfect aim, get your vertebrae's clipped.
Further pain administered from my burner, same clip.
Slip, we won't leave a witness,
When you in my city, I hope you know the business.
When you in my city, hope you know the business.

Banger on my lap, my seats lean back
I'm ready when beef crack, I hope you know the business
White tee attached, fresh Dodger hats
Long Beach is where we at, yeah I hope you know the business

I got my banger in my lap, my seats lean back
I'm ready when beef crack, nigga I hope you know the business
White tee attached, yeah fresh Dodger hats
Long Beach is where we at, so I hope ya know the business.
 
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"Barbara Bush"
(feat. Sir Doobie And Barbara Bush)

"Barbara Bush"
(feat. Sir Doobie And Barbara Bush)



[Sir Doobie:]
Sir doobie back in this motherfucker, ho!
What up, macabre?
Sir Doobie here
You know I'm top shelf looking for a bitches help
Cause this dick won't suck itself
You understand? Haha
I'm about to jump in my time machine
Blow some dope in a wormhole
Rewind time and go find the king

[Crooked I:]
Dig that
Like a scene outta a 70s blaxploitation movie
Superfly, The Mack, Coffy
Sweet Sweetback's Baadasssss Song
Ghetto royalty
King Crooked
White mink draggin', pinky ring flashing
Cadillacin' mackin' and big check cashin'
King Crooked

I'm in my boxers in a full length mink coat
In the Cosmopolitan suites with Barbara Bush
She giving me deepthroat
Heart racing like a speed boat
Swallow my babies and then she made me some cheese toast
IPhone Youtube ringtone
Is my cousin's soft heater
Keynote speaker for weed smoke
He said "I got them trees, Loc"
Well let's tax them corners like Caesar
Can't be wrong in the streets bro
(I hear ya, baby)
And Kush ain't never killed nobody
And if it did, its different and not horrific as liquor kid
Prohibition, them real niggas was getting rich
Try to legalize it, we buy dispensaries
(Flip the script, pimpin')
Hung up the phone, time to hit the crib
Then hit the club on a Tuesday, that bitch is lit
I got Barbara in the mix with me
Thinking of how they shot Pac and hit Biggie
I don't want homies pouring liquor on the phone when shit get mixy
So I valet the coupe to bulletproof 650
It's a big city
I know so many riders outside of the club, Bloods and Crips take pics with me
I ain't a gang banger
I keep the banger P89 on the hip
I came in this bitch to get tipsy
Only lames playing games they ain't from
That's wack shit
Fag shit
I seen niggas get wrap packed in the park for that shit
But back to the club scene
"I think I just seen Crooked mobbin' with a bad bitch"
That's what they say when I'm at my table
Some 1940, two Don Julios, some Johnny Walker blue label
I told that chick Barbara Bush "Go get some delicious bitches to join us"
Because my pool game is too fatal
(I can dig it, baby)
They won't refuse it tonight
Power; I might abuse it tonight
Send word to the DJ to put his bottles on my tab and don't forget to play some real nigga music tonight
We might lose it tonight
Like I said some Pac or some B.I.G
Nigga, we so deep we got 3 VIPs
Occupy the club and nobody got they drivers license
Just in case we shoot and cops wanna see IDs
(Nah, baby)
I'm leaving this bitch innocent
Police follow while Barbara Bush swallow my kids again
(King Crooked, baby)
 
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"BBBB"
(feat. Tena Jones)

"BBBB"
(feat. Tena Jones)



[Chorus:]
Still led a thug life
I'm still an outlaw
Me and God cool
While you prayin' on my downfall
Still led a thug life
I'm still an outlaw
Me and God cool
While you prayin' on my downfall
Still led a thug life
I'm still an outlaw
Me and God cool
While you prayin' on my downfall
Did the shit without y'all
Come to your crib
Give your shots and draw blood
Like a doctor making house calls

[Verse:]
Boss boss boss bitch
Every cross ross bit
Ross bit, every bar sit, this is dog shit
In your yard bitch
This is so disrespectful
Bitches know 'bout the gliss and glow
This a neck for Loop a time Lotus
Do a large, pull up at the nudy bars
And stupid cars, and supercharge rovers
We superstar Novas, we shinin'
We super bawlin' do it all over
We grinding, cool y'all
We don't want to get the harsh words
From critics, see my mind might forgive it
But my heart won't forget it man
I'm hard work committed, my lyrics paint pictures
And my artwork is vivid
Just a hard working nigga
T-T-TOD
See I'm the ace, I'm takin' man place
Jack of kings 4 queens,
Then it's the house rules
In the 90's it was cut off
Khakis and house shoes
Now it's panamera porsches
With the panoramic view
Down Atlantic avenue
That's Long Beach nigga
Home of the LBC crew
Dynamics and dog pound
If you say you COB
That bitch pulling her drawers down
A wet clit with a piercing
My bitch pussy rock a five carat earing
Diving to that crotch quit
Treat it like a motherfucking
Slaughterhouse, mosh pit
In this pacific division
I got an eye future, don't make the guy shoot you
That's when your karma screw you
I call karma sutra, I beg your pardon screw ya
Ye I'm brongo brol go west into and
Make you pussy strict man
I uncle Loop you
My crew true lie for you motherfuckers
We independent july 4th you motherfuckers
Crooked got the word playing for Lupe Fiasco
And the gun played, the souffle
Your too pay you assholes
It's a new day, look at my life path
Eventho it's melamine in my pigment
I grew up living equivilent to white trash
White ass, the reason I buy jags
Without blinking the eyeslash at the price tags
My past is so fucked up, it's quite sad
But I went from homeless to property on the white sand
Pussy, pot, and promethazine I sold every drug,
While you sucked a dick of a petty thug
You ain't ready love
Crooked's part of the spaghetti club
He's giving bitches meat and balls
He's everything he said he was
Prob 38 45 9's a metamorphosise my grind
This is organized crime
All I see is COB it's like I'm borderline blind
And I'll die for it now
Since we was born to die fine
No nuts, no glory
Until they close the book on my million dollar story

[Chorus:]
I still led a thug life
And I'm still an outlaw
Me and God cool
While you prayin' on my downfall
Did your shit without y'all
Come to your crib
Give your shots and draw blood
Like a doctor making house calls
Warrup skank

[Outro:]
Still led the thug life
I'm still an outlaw
Still led the thug life
I'm still an outlaw
The LA Lakers baby
 
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"Beastreality"

"Beastreality"


[Demetrius:]
I drop an atomic bomb the size of a comet
I'm the phenomenon, I'm not an Islamic named Mohammed but I'm
A terrorist, there he is, the Dalai Lama
Because I lift Llama's like dollys that's on my mommy's mama
The Loch Ness Monster with an awkward posture
A mobster but not the kind of mobster that eat lots of pasta
I'm darker, the kind of mobster that these coppers wanna shoot
'Cause I'm blacker than Cleopatra with choppers on the roof
Notorious warriors, we warning you, to war with us
Is for what? Before the war is up you'll wanna worship us
I bury any serpent lurking under earth's crust
And watching you squirt blood felt better than my first nut
Prometheus, Demetrius's theseis
Kill an innocent cop, policing the police in this bitch
I'm a serial killer, cereal killer
With a gun I'm sonning my pops and I'm stealing [?]

Everybody throw up your hands, it's a hold up
You hearing (Oh-Oh-Oh-Oh)
That's the sound of the beast, KXNG Crooked beast
Horseshoe G.A.N.G. beast, Brains is a beast
[?], it's about to go nuts, you hear it? (Oh-Oh-Oh-Oh)
That's the call of the beast, they want us to eat
These awful emcee's and then you'll hear it (Oh-Oh-Oh-Oh)

[Dice:]
Niggas know I'm the sickest, niggas know I'm the illest
Niggas know I'm in the Guinness book
For being the biggest crook and being a menace
Niggas know I'm a goblin
Do the math and add it up, niggas know I'm a problem
I'm kicking you niggas out, go find a new place to stay
I know where y'all should stay, stay the fuck out a nigga's way
The fuck out a, the fuck out a, the fuck out a nigga's face
Where my new bitch is riding, the fuck out a nigga's face
Wait a minute, wait a minute, bitch, nigga you ought to behave
Riding a wave of my flow that water your grave
I brought a gauge that'll make sure that your daughter don't age
I still got that last fuck that you thought that I gave
It's Young Dice up in this bitch
I'm fucking your main bitch, it's Young Dice up in your bitch
Snipe a nigga quick, give you four rounds like the playoffs
And when you're facing Adolf, your fucking face get ate off

Everybody throw up your hands, it's a hold up
You hearing (Oh-Oh-Oh-Oh)
That's the sound of the beast, KXNG Crooked beast
Horseshoe G.A.N.G. beast, Brains is a beast
[?], it's about to go nuts, you hear it? (Oh-Oh-Oh-Oh)
That's the call of the beast, they want us to eat
These awful emcee's and then you'll hear it (Oh-Oh-Oh-Oh)

[Brains Mcloud:]
I'm a, half animal with the mechanical dick in
Hannah Montana's vaginal lips a cannibal that make cannibals sick
I'm just kidding, drunk women come willing
I'm like a nun chilling, I don't give a fuck really
I'm swinging at wannabes if you dishonor me killing you zombies, as sick as I wanna be
Winning it from the beginning and honestly there is a monster inside of me
Obviously twisted and always be thinking like Socrates, if you tripping you hitting the shit list quick quick
I'll be kicking your balls, kick kick like Bruce Lee helping the soccer team
And women all follow me, 'cause I got it with the psychology
Everybody try to be the big dick I'm surrounded by pussy like it's gynecology
So dig in your pockets and pick up this rocket if you think the poppa is weak
You dissin' and 'bout to achieve the phenomenal speech of Mohammed Ali
You feedin' a piranha some meat
I'm like Nirvana with a rocker beat
Got your momma to choke me and brains all over your mamma's sheets
You primadonna's [?] beef but father don't preach
I'm spittin' it flawless like like Christopher Wallace The spirit of Pac and Big Poppa's in me
I'm shittin' you've got to be kidding me
You with the lyrical lottery listen
It's probably illiterate strange killer with rage
Hit 'em like givin' lobotomies
I spit in in bodies Mister Miyagi teachin' karate it's sweet
Whores that they feed a course, I'm like a horse this [?] is part of a feast

Everybody throw up your hands, it's a hold up
You hearing (Oh-Oh-Oh-Oh)
That's the sound of the beast, KXNG Crooked beast
Horseshoe G.A.N.G. beast, Brains is a beast
[?], it's about to go nuts, you hear it? (Oh-Oh-Oh-Oh)
That's the call of the beast, they want us to eat
These awful emcee's and then you'll hear it (Oh-Oh-Oh-Oh)

[KXNG Crooked:]
Niggas asking "is we hard?"
That's the type of shit I disregard
Crooked got an automatic rifle longer than the wingspan of
Yao Ming that'll knock the Polo logo off your shirt from over fifty yards
If you ain't with the shit then be quiet
Sensitive hair triggers will bless you soon as you sneeze by it
You going out like a cheap lighter, fuck a snub, keep the arms
Long as Dhalsim on Street Fighter, my east sider (word)
C.O.B. is the religion, I ain't dealing with none of you
Spiritual tricks unless G.O.D. is the magician
P O P, hold it down, you can say you wear a crown
But that's equivalent to thinking D.O.C. is a physician
(Listen) real kings do real things
For your bumbaclart cheddar I toast you quicker than grilled cheese
I roll solo even though I grew up with real G's
My Smith on me, that's my big homie, like Lil' Cease

Everybody throw up your hands, it's a hold up
You hearing (Oh-Oh-Oh-Oh)
That's the sound of the beast, KXNG Crooked beast
Horseshoe G.A.N.G. beast, Brains is a beast
[?], it's about to go nuts, you hear it? (Oh-Oh-Oh-Oh)
That's the call of the beast, they want us to eat
These awful emcee's and then you'll hear it (Oh-Oh-Oh-Oh)
 
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"Bianca"
(feat. Faincarter, Aneesa Badshaw)

"Bianca"
(feat. Faincarter, Aneesa Badshaw)



We're a furious mixture of noise
Just like that Dominick
Hoodlum
[Aneesa Badshaw:]
Touch, touch my-, touch myself, myself
Touch, touch my-, touch myself, myself
[Kxng Crooked:]
I like my bitches thick and intelligent mixed with ghetto, ghetto
Y'all think the downest bitches don't live in the ghetto, ghetto
Shit
You drinking vodka, gotta meet my bitch Bianca
She's blanca, she'll shock you, baddest bitch from here to Sri Lanka
But she's bonkers, psycho, loco blame it on the ghetto, ghetto
Never thought we sail to the top like Michelle and Barack of the ghetto, ghetto
In the projects, steak and lobster, she cooking that
But she so official that she hold a pistol drinking Folgers crystals
Playing that Too Short "Blow The Whistle"
Turn around look at you like what the fuck you looking at
I blame the ghetto, ghetto
She raised my kids that ain't hers
Take a village in the ghetto, ghetto
Our sex don't waste time, big ol' booty, itty bitty waistline
No phone sex, she just sit on my beard and she call that FaceTime, ugh
I was on my gangsta shit back in the day
She was on my side just packaging yayo
Cops ran up in the spot and they had me in jail
House slipper and scarf she came back with the bail
We fight sometimes but she's my light on my darkest day, one hundred
Work that out like sexual healings and Marvin Gaye, one hundred
Bobby and Whitney, Bonnie and Clyde in the hall of fame, one hundred
See eye to eye, she ride or die, I call her name, Bianca
[Aneesa Badshaw:]
I don't want anybody else
I touch myself
Touch, touch my-, touch myself, myself
I don't want anybody else
I touch myself
Touch, touch my-, touch myself, myself
Touch, touch my-, touch myself
[Faincarter:]
Ghetto, ghetto
Ghetto, ghetto
Ghetto, ghetto
One hundred
Ghetto, ghetto
One hundred
One hundred
Bianca
Ghetto, ghetto
Ghetto, ghetto
[Aneesa Badshaw:]
I don't want anybody else
I touch myself
Touch, touch my-, touch myself, myself
I don't want anybody else
I touch myself
Touch, touch my-, touch myself, myself
Hoodlum
 
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"Big Dreams"

"Big Dreams"


[Intro:]
51!
Hip Hop Weekly, Crooked I, Circle of Bosses
I gotta make sure I get all my announcements together for this one
Let's go!
[Beat comes on]
Yeah...
Make sure you go out and cop that Jim Gittum project called The Vision
That's my godbrother, you know what I mean?
Spiritual Hip Hop, you feel me?
Make sure (What?)
You look out for that Horseshoe G.A.N.G. mixtape coming soon
Gangsta MC, yeah!
This mixtape will allow you to see
The dynamics of the Horseshoe G.A.N.G., man
Y'all don't even know what they working with yet
Y'all don't even know
Shouts out to every, everybody fucking with me
On this series
[Verse:]
Yo why I gotta be modest on the beats
When I'm the hottest on the beats
To be honest you should pay homage I'm a beast
Crooked is a prophet in the sheets
Nostradamus in his sleep
And I conjure the sleek comments that you seek
Dominic's ominous with the speech
Like a communist when he speaks
Put Romulus in his seat
The drama is in his teeth
Meaning he eats the beef
When the llamas is in his reach
I promise I'm in the streets
I'm prominent in the beats
Long Beach, East Side representers
Fly as angel wings, so it's like heaven sent us
Some avengers, you square pretenders bare witness
To the hitlist 'cause heavy weapons got 187 on their agendas
This is how us criminals ride
I talk reckless like I'm John McCain's spiritual guide
I talk greasy like Barak Obama's preacher
But on the lyrical side
So greasy it's like my lyrics are fried
Who's above the young sire, none's higher, dumb squire
I run wires, slugs fire, strike you out like an empire
Run till your lungs tire
I was dumping them guns prior
To you die and squeeze iron when the need becomes dire
Why are - you biting homey do not clone
I'm the only living heir to 2Pac's throne
Who the fuck else could walk around with 2 glocks on
Creative enough to write Aerosmith a new rock song (Haha!)
Who else got them skills most notable in his flow
Wrote 51 Hip Hop quotables in a row
Yo
I'm a raging bull
Rappers these days couldn't keep up with Ra when he dropped Paid In Full
Or when Nas dropped Illmatic
And Jay Reasonable Doubt
You wouldn't even have a reason to be out
Go listen to Kool G Rap, Ice Cube and them KRS Songs
If you would've dropped back then, you would've been slept on
Uh-uh, 'scuse me
You would've been stepped on
Snapping your neckbone
Crooked rock with the best known
On top of all that, I'm every gun clappers favorite
In this dirty game my name's so clean I never have to bathe it
Never drop my handcock on any affidavit
Can't no pussy walk and say I had to captain save it
Nah, none of you niggas could come off harder
Hydrogen flow, my motormouth run off water
I'm the jumpoff starter
I cut off thugs, let my gun off smarter
'Cause you can't lift prints off gloves... Hear me?
Street lessons I could teach you wussies
I named my pistol Rosie O'Donell 'cause it'll eat you pussies, yeah
[Outro:]
Y'all know what we doing man
It's number 51!
51 Weeks
Of me killing beats, 'namean?
Hip Hop Weekly
C.O.B.
East Side, LBC
Shout out to my dude Big C-Style
We coming
Long beach is back
'Cause I brought it back
Haha, yeah dude
Look out for my new mixtape coming soon
The Block Obama
Yeah, you heard me
The Block Obama
We goin' on a campaign
I'm about to be the commander in chief of the West Coast, holla
And I'm campaigning against Hillary Pimpin'
Hahahahahaha
Aaah, C.O.B. till it's over, nigga
Hip Hop Weekly, I love y'all, peace
 
fox69

fox69

MODERATOR
Učlanjen(a)
06.07.2010
Poruka
29.812
"Bitch Niggas"

"Bitch Niggas"


You know what's mind burgling
Niggas be acting like bitches, you know
Man why you sign to Death Row?
Get out my business bitch
Man why you leave Death Row?
Nigga, it's always business, it's never personal homie
Get it right

I see you mothafuckas, I see you over there
And I know you wanna fuck with me
I got my eyes on you suckas
But I don't really care
Cause I keep a burner tuck with me

Yeah, niggas is under aware
I'm their worst fucking nightmare
Send shots to the night air cause I don't fight fair
Watch you die right there, without a slight care
Like: “Yeah nigga, youse a snake”
Type of nigga that get mad over the moves you make
Look at the rules you break
You choose to hate, shake your friend when he loose his cake
You dudes is fake, bitch niggas
When the guns cock, choose your fate
Click triggers, when I bust glocks, loose your face
Ditch diggers, with one shot, its news at eight
We six figure, then a thug got loot to chase
A rich nigga, we ballin' while you fuckers in the drought
Cause if it ain't about the money, tz, what the fuck is it about
Catch me in the beach house, its straight thuggin' in the south
With my nigga Humpty Hump, punchin' you suckas in the mouth
Droppin' a matter frightenin' rate
Striking at lightning's pace, one slice, your lungs pipes deflate
Mad at me cause your ice is fake
I got B.O.S.S. written across my license plate
Life is great, bitch nigga

I see you mothafuckas, I see you over there
And I know you wanna fuck with me
I got my eyes on you suckas
But I don't really care
Cause I keep a burner tuck with me
 
fox69

fox69

MODERATOR
Učlanjen(a)
06.07.2010
Poruka
29.812
"Bitch Niggas '04"

"Bitch Niggas '04"


You know what's mind bothering
Niggaz be acting like bitches, you know
Man why you sign to Death Row?
Get out my business bitch
Man why you leave Death Row?
Nigga, it's always business, it's never personal homie
Get it right

I see you motherfuckers, I see you over there
And I know you wanna fuck with me
I got my eyes on you suckers
But I don't really care
Cause I keep a burner tucked with me

Yeah, niggaz is under aware
I'm their worst fucking nightmare
Send shots to the night air cause I don't fight fair
Watch you die right there, without a slight care
Like: "Yeah nigga, youse a snake"
Type of nigga that get mad over the moves you make
Look at the rules you break
You choose to hate, shake your friend when he loose his cake
You dudes is fake, bitch niggaz
When the guns cock, choose your fate
Click triggers, when I bust glocks, loose your face
Ditch diggers, with one shot, its news at eight
We six figure, then a thug got loot to chase
A rich nigga, we ballin' while you fuckers in the drought
Cause if it ain't about the money, tz, what the fuck is it about
Catch me in them beach houses, straight thuggin' in the south
With my nigga Humpty Hump, punchin' you suckers in the mouth
Droppin' a matter frightenin' rate
Striking at lightning's pace, one slice, your lungs pipes deflate
Mad at me cause your ice is fake
I got B.O.S.S. written across my license plate
Life is great, bitch nigga

I see you motherfuckers, I see you over there
And I know you wanna fuck with me
I got my eyes on you suckers
But I don't really care
Cause I keep a burner tuck with me
 
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