(*talking*) Shit, the Crooked, I know y'all Been on this here, yeah shit R.I.P. Big Mello, Screw, Mafio, Big Boo, All the soldiers man, Southside Eastside, Westside, Northside, know I'm All my partnas, all your partnas But shit, I still feel stress, gotta get something Off my chest, while these hoe niggas be doing They be doing, I don't though, shit fuck it We gon stay two in a fo' do'
Slow And Bangin', all in my trunk Trunk of funk, I ain't never been a punk I blow on skunk, I blow on 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 another homicide, in a box And I'm gone, nigga old I'm to Cali, just like Robert Ory If I do a murder, the murder scene No missing shortage on the drank, I can't find no From Southwest to Southfese, bitch it's about war not peace Nigga like me, I'm bout out teeth Know I'm saying, loose your grill A nigga down, in the Coupe Deville Looking gravy, real throwed I'ma be the nigga, pulling at the fucking cross road With my K on my side, I'm to ride And if I go, it'll be a homicide Me and nigga, on the way to the Golden Gate A like me, can't wait Just to make it, to day Gotta get the big pay off, so get the out my way When I around your corner, so slow be the nigga, in the damn Polo It's the rap lawing, jackers barring Why I skipped the slab, when I went straight to Said it I said it, in the old school Some niggas they be red, but Z-Ro I come around corner, but I ain't set tripping But I will, wet and wet women With the calico, I had to let a motherfucker That I come around your corner, in a Lincoln do' A fox photo, cause I do it in a Nigga out, cause that could be your ass I rhyme so long, so strong I flicks my bar, sip then I on Get on, the bench And when the laws hit the corner, I hit the They wonder I went, they keep looking I don't give a fuck, like I keep hooking Or like Lenox, I'm strong to the finish I'm like the Popeye, but I don't need spinach I'ma going, I keep on flowing just like the Nile Million mouthpiece, everytime I smile and load a, nigga ashtray Everytime he smile, he can the night to day You can open up the pop, and let the come out We don't give a damn, bout a ass cop Crooked officer, crooked Make a wanna blow the badge, off of ya Me and Dougie, my brother R.I.P., to my mother That's the Dorothy McVay Matthew There's ten planted, in my motherfucking shoe I be a man, hope you understand There's but the work, and the calico in my hand On a on the Ridgevan, and I'm serving a fiend A live B-Boy, and you know what I mean I be stacking up chips, Lego Dark on a pump, like Calvin Kato Loosen to the rocket, a four-peat Comets I don't give a fuck, punch a bitch nigga make him vomit On the grind, I'ma a trip on Greyhound I be flying on a plane, but the is on the ground Headed to Charles, or headed to Lafayette off in Alexandria, but I ain't finished yet I make a hoe I-10, I sin I, do it again I get my ends, I'm in my Benz-e Got these running round, in a friendse I be busting clips, till they empty A piece of potent pussy, might me is trying to send me, to the Penitentiary The reason why, I ain't friendly I'm wired up, but I ain't on no slaughter Dejaun in the back, and he got the Recording everything, the 4's gon pulling up, on Fondren and the Main Looking lovely, got to look I throw up 4, cause 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 from the back And I use my, motherfucking Make her say ouch, when I hit her the mule