Shit, the Crooked, I know y'all Been waiting on this here, shit R.I.P. Big Mello, Screw, Mafio, Big Boo, All the fallen man, Southside Eastside, Westside, Northside, I'm saying
All my partnas, all your dead But shit I feel stress, still gotta get something Off my chest, while these hoe be doing What they be doing, I know though, shit fuck it We gon stay two in a fo' do'
'Slow Loud And Bangin'', all in my Trunk full of funk, I ain't been a punk I on skunk, I blow on doja minded, I'm a motherfucking soldier
Out the streets of the 4 Not no bitch and say I still a hoe niggaz know, everyday of the year I my pen and I get my point clear
Why niggaz wanna talk down? I know take a trip to Akapoko, from the 4 With my 4-4 on my side, when I Ready to do another homicide, in a box
And I'm gone, old glory I'm H-Town to Cali, just Robert Horry If I do a murder, the murder scene No shortage on the drank, I can't find no lean
From to Southfese Bitch it's war not bout peace Nigga like me, I'm 'bout out teeth Know I'm saying, I'll your grill A nigga coming down, in the Deville
gravy, looking real throwed I'ma be the nigga, over at the fucking cross road With my K on my side, I'm to ride And if I gotta go, be a homicide
Me and another nigga, on the way to the Golden A nigga like me, wait Just to it, to another day Gotta get the big pay off, so get the out my way
When I come your corner, so slow It'll be the nigga, in the damn That's the Lauren, jackers ain't barring Why I skipped the slab, I went straight to foreign
Said it I said it, in the old school Some niggaz they be red, but blue I come around corner but I ain't set tripping But I will, wet niggaz and wet
With the calico, I had to let a know I come around your corner, in a Lincoln four do' A fox photo I do it in a flash Nigga watch out 'cause could be your ass
I rhyme so long, rhyme so I flicks my bar, sip I swoll on Get on, the motherfucking And when the hit the corner, I hit the fence
wonder where I went, they keep looking I don't give a fuck, like I keep hooking Or maybe like Lenox, I'm strong to the I'm like the ghetto but I don't need spinach
I'ma keep going, I keep on flowing like the Nile Million dolla mouthpiece, everytime I and load a, nigga ashtray Everytime he smile, he can turn the to day
You can open up the pop and let the smoke out We don't a damn, 'bout a crooked ass cop Crooked officer, officer a nigga wanna blow the badge, off of ya
Me and Dougie, my motherfucking R.I.P., to my mother That's the Dorothy Marie McVay There's ten toes planted in my shoe
I gotta be a man, you understand There's nothing but the work and the calico in my On a corner on the Ridgevan and I'm a fiend A real live and you know what I mean
I be stacking up chips, like Dark on a pump, just Calvin Kato Houston to the Rocket, a four-peat comets I give a fuck, good punch a bitch nigga make him vomit
On the grind, I'ma take a on Greyhound I be flying on a but the dope is on the ground Headed to Charles, or headed to Lafayette Maybe off in Alexandria but I finished yet
I make a hoe I to 10, I sin, then I do it again I get my ends, I'm in my Benz Got these running 'round in a friendse I be busting clips, till they empty A of potent pussy, might tempt me
Rain is trying to send me to the The main why, I ain't friendly I'm wired up but I ain't on no damn in the back and he got the camcorder
Recording everything, the 4's gon pulling up on Fondren and the Main Looking lovely, got to good I throw up Ridgemont 4 that's my hood
Never been a hoe, I'm letting hoes I gotta get a fucking P L A T but a G O L D, a plack I keep it straight and simple that Hit a bitch the back and I use my motherfucking tool Make her say ouch, when I hit her with the