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Jus anotha day, chiffin hay, in north dallas |
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C-pone jus called me up, now i'm about to hit tha shower |
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Took me bout an hour, and now i'm creased down in my polo |
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I'm makin these niggaz hate today, by wearin a crooked logo |
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Watch out for tha blow hoe, and leavin you niggas in tha mist |
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And if you niggaz dont trip on me, then i wont bust yo nuts |
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Plus my click be tha ruffest, not sayin we tha toughest |
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But stoneycrook niggaz, been known to come out wit tha ruckus |
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**** you who say **** us, and all ya'll niggaz who be hatin' |
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Cappin, cause you can't fade me, runnin up on me daily |
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But baby, its mo' complicated, than you can see |
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Words lose all meanin', when niggaz see niggaz gleamin' |
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So dont you even think that you can get outta this |
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So niggas, to get me to this point, you must really got me pissed |
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I'm twist and dismember, choppin down niggas timber |
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Kodac moment remember, this crooked niggas a rippla |
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Whatchallwannado? if you trip, then we bomb first |
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Pull out tha guns first, chiff until i lungs hurt |
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I know bombin', but tha rippla finna bomb worse |
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Look at us come first, best believe be bomb worse |
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Welcome to tha wild, wild west, tha southside, its me, a killa |
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**** billy tha kid niggas, it's lucci tha wig splitta |
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Like tyson a hard hitta, toe tag deala |
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A brain spilla, body chilla, mind thrilla, **** it, killa |
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On tha grind for my scrilla, rhymin' hard, workin strong |
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Chiffin smoke up in my long, still my whole bag gon |
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I live long, for doin wrong, cause wit my crooks, man its on |
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Leave a niggas dome blown, or up nut creek, all alone |
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For bumpin his grill, he must thought he was go cheat one, 4 real |
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Now he killed, 6 feet he feel, surrounded by mob skillz |
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Crooked is as crooked does, like crooked thugs |
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And crooked hugs and crooked slugs and crooked luv |
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It aint neva enuff, until i whip it out my holsta |
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**** back ready to roast ya, on every wanted poster |
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Stayin' high like a vulture, inflictin' pain from smoke |
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Those crooked soljaz smokin, let tha coroner dispose ya |
| [02:28.23]Chorus [x2] |
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I been quick to cause a tragedy, niggas wit my faculty |
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Bullets sprayed rapidly, now they died from my fatality |
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**** those who try to battle me, this rap shit is a mastery |
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Bomb viciously, leavin tha whole scene full of catastrophes |
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Hollow my calvary, when i feel danger in tha mist |
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Now i'm pissed, wit a clutched fist |
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Around they ashton and my 45th |
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No mo lift, in these shady niggaz in fleets |
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We be deadlier than a niggas blunt dipped in phaldahyde and morphine |
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Sparklin' clean up through tha industry |
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Lyrics at yo weak feet, they notice me |
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Due to my unique style of texas poetry |
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Blowin these, wack mc's, who refuse to give our props |
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Platinum hitz from tha stoneycrook click, til we all sittin on top |
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When tha rippla drop, best believe we comin wit bombs |
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Turnin' yo average house party, into a modern day vietnam |
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Run up if you want some, we clash like titans |
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Aint no collaboration deadlier than stoneycrook and i come |
| [03:56.43]Chorus [x2] |
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