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I'ma jump it off straight up rippin |
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pop my clip in best beware to tha nigga dat's trippin |
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over there think I see em finna git em |
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fuck who came wit em |
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Nigga stay in yo place |
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Dont know who sprayin tha mase |
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But I betcha motherfuckers betta move |
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'fore I get in tha mood and straight act a fool |
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Pass it fool you niggaz can't hold us |
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Continuous throwin these boulders |
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Dont act like nobody ain't told ya |
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These crooks came to uphold ya |
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Take notice of clicka nigga |
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Off of Audelia nigga |
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Outta my face or I will kill a nigga |
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Betta yet steel a nigga |
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Feel Tha Rippla |
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Rippin you hoes up in his face crushin his flows |
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You a disgrace, one to the dome |
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Up in his place robbin his home |
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Takin it all I'll be down to ride |
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dallas is bound to rise |
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Where did I turn bitch now its our time |
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Lyrical homicide |
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Stakes are high voltage, still blowin,still smokin, still chiffin |
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Up in this game we aint tip toein |
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See tha dope blow and Ima weed fiend |
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Finna bleed steam nigga |
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So keep yo eyes on the night, cause I jus might |
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get yo crib now where you live I'ma crook 4 life |
| [2X] |
Chorus |
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Lay it down I'ma crook 4 life |
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If you feel it will you ball wit me |
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Lay it down I'ma crook 4 life |
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You don't wanna fuck wit me |
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[K-Roc] |
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Get ready for tha Armageddon war |
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betta load yo shit, get ready to die bitch |
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Stoneycrook niggaz'll creep and then crawl |
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Bustin at niggaz and breakin they jaws |
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In paws a nigga, neva, betta load this glock Im sick of this bullshit |
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Ammunition be totted 4 dayz, ready to blast all up in yo face |
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AKs and shit and pistol grips, pass to Pookie, nigga rip that bitch |
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Soljaz like you neva have seen |
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On tha block we all mug mean, my team stay green |
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Money that is, crooked ass niggaz have nuthin to give |
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Takin yo money and evictin yo bitch |
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Open yo mouth get shot in yo ribs |
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Who in tha fuck do you think that you are? |
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Fuckin wit much as I blew up yo car |
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Leave yo body all ripped and blown |
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Like K-Roc hittin that Abatrois |
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Bodybags in front of yo street |
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Blown out skulls and burnt out feet |
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Ask me why did I kill that bitch |
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My pitbull needed some fuckin meat |
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Streets are no longer safe 4 kids |
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A nigga might flip and cut out yo ribs |
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Enter tha devious thoughts of niggaz from Stoneycrook |
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That's how we live - puncture his ass, strangle his ass |
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rip out his heart then laugh at his ass |
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Stoneycrook niggaz are causin confusion |
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And bustin at niggaz we goin at it |
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Chorus [x2] |
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[Mr. Lucci] |
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Awww shit now its on |
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nigga throwed in the zone |
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get cha ready for the real shit |
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Sippin down Pill shit |
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But tha trill shit |
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Bust ya real quick |
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When a nigga wanna squish it |
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Stay on my grind so I dont spend shit |
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So wha's the deal bitch |
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Gotta drill shit |
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Til you feel shit |
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But focus I'll still spend |
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Workin I'ma kill kids |
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Niggaz fallin down like a nigga did shit |
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Grab my weed cause I feel quick |
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And I'ma tilt it, lift it, twist it in tha bud smoke |
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I'm into green, nigga love to choke |
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Followed by a Newport |
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Cloud 9, high and a crooked flow |
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Reached in my jeans wit tha low spoke |
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glock tote, no joke |
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Crook loch on my chest, fuck tha rest |
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Done seen tha best, finna test |
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Tryin to jest mess around |
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When surrounded by paramedics |
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Cops sayin tha press release |
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Addressed my issued blues |
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And payin dues to tha crews |
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Actin fools wit tha Stoneycrook |
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Last time a nigga looked |
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Then played by tha book |
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Young life got took as tha body shook |
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Bitch I'm the king you tha rookie know the bait |
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that the pen create |
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Cause you a mark bitch that's a born fact |
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Never see a crook actin like that |
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We'll get down on stacks |
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Work our mind, make our money, make a track |
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Dallas got bread by the stacks |
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Ballers in Pallas, Bourbons, Jeeps on Sweet Killaz so we gotta go |
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Neva once been a hoe |
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Finsta pull a kick doe |
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Fuck a friend or a foe |
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Make a nigga die slow |
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Tray O Tray O the logo |
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That a nigga flow fo |
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Sho fo |
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Even take a blo fo |
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To my brotha never say no |
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only thing you want mo |
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Cause I'ma crook for life, Diabolical |
| [2X] |
Chorus |
