(*talking*) Shit, the Crooked, I know y'all waiting on this here, yeah 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 partnas But shit, I still feel stress, gotta get something Off my chest, while these hoe niggas be what They be doing, I don't though, shit fuck it We gon stay two in a fo' do'
Slow Loud And Bangin', all in my full of funk, I ain't never been a punk I blow on skunk, I on doja Military minded, I'm a motherfucking Out the streets, of the 4 Not no bitch, and say I ain't a hoe niggas know, everyday of the year I pimp my pen, and I get my clear Why niggas talk down, I don't know take a trip to Akapoko, from the 4 With my 4-4 on my side, I ride Ready to do homicide, in a pine box And I'm gone, old glory I'm H-Town to Cali, just Robert Ory If I do a murder, the murder scene No shortage on the drank, I can't find no lean From Southwest to Southfese, it's about war not bout peace Nigga like me, I'm bout out teeth Know I'm saying, I'll loose grill A coming down, in the Coupe Deville gravy, looking real throwed I'ma be the nigga, pulling at the fucking cross road my K on my side, I'm ready to ride And if I gotta go, be a homicide Me and another nigga, on the way to the Golden A nigga me, can't wait Just to make it, to day get the big pay off, so get the fuck out my way When I come your corner, so slow It'll be the nigga, in the damn the rap lawing, jackers ain't barring Why I skipped the slab, when I went straight to Said it like I said it, in the old Some niggas be red, but Z-Ro blue I come around your corner, but I ain't set But I will, wet niggas and wet With the calico, I had to let a know That I 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 bench And the laws hit the corner, I hit the fence They wonder I went, they keep looking I don't a fuck, like Tyson I keep hooking Or maybe like Lenox, I'm strong to the I'm the ghetto Popeye, but I don't need spinach I'ma keep going, I keep on just like the Nile dolla mouthpiece, everytime I smile Look and load a, ashtray Everytime he smile, he can turn the to day You can open up the pop, and let the come out We don't give a damn, a crooked ass cop Crooked officer, officer Make a nigga wanna the badge, off of ya Me and Dougie, my motherfucking R.I.P., to my motherfucking That's the Dorothy Marie McVay There's ten toes planted, in my motherfucking I gotta be a man, you understand There's but the work, and the calico in my hand On a corner on the Ridgevan, and I'm serving a A real live B-Boy, and you what I mean I be stacking up chips, Lego Dark on a pump, just like Kato Loosen to the rocket, a four-peat Comets I give a fuck, good punch a bitch nigga make him vomit On the grind, take a trip on Greyhound I be flying on a plane, but the is on the ground Headed to Lake Charles, or headed to Maybe off in Alexandria, but I finished yet I gotta a hoe I-10, I sin Then I, do it I get my ends, I'm in my motherfucking Got these hoes running round, in a I be busting full clips, they empty A piece of potent pussy, tempt me Rain is to send me, to the Penitentiary The main why, I ain't friendly I'm wired up, but I on no damn slaughter in the back, and he got the camcorder Recording everything, the 4's gon Still up, on Fondren and the Main lovely, got to look good I up Ridgemont 4, cause that's my hood Never been a hoe, I'm hoes know I gotta get a fucking P-L-A-T, but a G-O L-D, a motherfucking I keep it straight and simple like that, hit a from the back And I use my, tool Make her say ouch, when I hit her with the