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You probably think that love grows on trees
If it was me you won’t be anything less than a queen
See on you something like I felt in a dream
Those not obvious for you let me explain what I mean
See it just its feels so right and pinch so wrong
Why being pushed away you can’t keep holding on
Why can’t you see baby with you is where you belong?
Wait on street you lately, girl is driving me crazy
Cuz all I said, I said you baby you
You don’t need this at all
And whenever you stumble I’m cussing your fall
I said you baby you and you can deal with that tool
But I’ll be there when you’re can’t
I know his locking all the love gill
Can’t supreme this emotions one day you gonna flip
Say you put up when his drama is far too long
When I’m just so right that you and him so wrong
My, any other women would be gone
But you constantly waiting for him to keep changing
So I say,
I said, I said you baby you
You don’t need this at all
And whenever you stumble I’m cussing your fall
I said you baby you and you can deal with that tool
But I’ll be there with you
Fly eighty…body open and open
Say I’m through something and this game come so sodium
Sitting on the side line watching you taking
I’m in the same position that cold and be in, through me in
And I don’t like feeling like a hater
To give with me you should be willing like a jaguar
You got my soul in a plate like sweet potatoes
Indicated I’m just waiting you just feeling like a waiter
Waitress come and give me some of that soul fool
On that laze you should do like all do
Argue and they fight rolling with the chicks p in his brain six
You should take a ride in the old school
Cuz he sexing everything in the town
The gravity of that situation it’s bringing you down ooh it’s a shame
Your man playing games call me when you tired of the pain
I said, I said you baby you
You don’t need this at all
And whenever you stumble I’m cussing your fall
I said you baby you and you can deal with that tool
But I’ll be there when you call
Said I’ll be there when you call

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[Intro]
I’m thinking about bringing hiphop weekly back nigga
I got bars, lets go
Slaughter, slaughter…
Ya’ll know who the power circle is, man
Muthafucking Joe Budden, Royce Da 5’9″, Joell Ortiz, Crooked I
Slaughterhouse, the muthafucking Shady Records Power Circle
Bitch!

Slaughterhouse, niggas C.O.B
Our circle, the power circle, the G-O-D’s
Got a hustle that’s ’bout as grand as B.o.B’s
Ya don’t think so? Negro por favor
I’m so fly like I’ve never seen a floor before
You’re fucking with a solider like putting a in war
God of the west, I’m going door to door
Handing out pamplets and them beliivers growing more and more
You don’t think my flow is nothing nice
Middle finger from your birth certificate to your death certificate, fuck ya life
And fuck a hoe, I only cuff a mic
With my chest out, like augmentation like when your wife come from under knife
I’m a bastard, it’s my dad’s fault
Me and my enemies face off like Nicholas Cage, Travolta and bath salt
357 Black Hawk, better take your facial mask off
You shoulda backed off, now your back is on asphalt
Back to the rap talk, this lyrics shit we regulate
We drop my life to celebrate,
Coming courtesy of Shady, the heavy weight
Then I’mma drop a Crooked album to set the record straight
Set the record straight
Fuck niggas, let em hate
The power circle nigga

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You Ice man, watch out coming this bitch all know
and bang for my team
and mows are the genius I’m the same f*ck a thing
compare me the paparadi I just can’t f*cking seen
if you Ice man, watch out
coming this bitch all know and bang for my team
and mows are the genius I’m the same f*ck a thing
compare me the paparadi I just can’t f*cking seen

If life is a fight I’ma end up and swing
I don’t have the right ’cause these lyrics came from a dream
soot soot SOB blame a regime is like breeze green or when we change up the scene
change with the cross only lame shake with the..
saw saw it in occupy with the boss on it slater
all upon it it’s the daughter
the west coast water I can’t walk on it y’all want it
no, that’s a reason and die swallowing it at the crazy
tryin to eat my peace of the pie
see I set my gold, so extremely high
I can’t see em from my first class seeking the star
and before my plane to party
I walk to security they say a chain retarded
are you a famous artist, no
but f*ck yeah my name regarded
that’s an underground beast I’m just trying to change the target
me rest casy corrupt this a holiday
niggas better move like pedestrians right away
I give you the blue print to thug like,
like I’m recycling pocket jay to modern day marvy gay
’cause my pops wanna pop me
I would drop him before he drop me
didn’t raise me and before cops can knock me
I would throw the clock away when they stop me
and tell em my name is Scott free

Oh, I’m from the weaked west
do I have a limit yes
my limit is limitless
f*ck a caby I packy
I blast from the back seat of this taxi
then pass it the..

That pole in the slimy track
ruined up for what a shiny gag
for more ex-pills than tiny hat
set with my primly set
never been a winy whack
stack a source rapper until get with the smiling back
my inside bitch got hit with a shiny back

in the wheelchair but the vagina ain’t handy cab
uh a vagina ain’t handy cab
mention me, but big dick that look a nigga any rap
what you think all the guns is for
I’m going on tour more door
with the L queen for more hores
throw as a..lords before poor
is still the eight blink and seven year and for score
want more can crooked I could be Chinese with the side ways fakes
you’re not crooked I
Cali don’t give a f*ck gotta get through us
lost mirrors is trust now I pass the corrupt

Heaven’s got a gape in hole the souls are missed, missed TV souls
hell’s frozen over pola I arose
corrosion erosion temples are stealing stone
crumble to the tongue of the voice of vigilance
violence and a..by the black a gap clap smoked and bacarized
..rap the titans connected and been in both sides
simultaneously at the same time he is eye
double double D..
walk on the red carpet and turned it blue
stand like a statue mine yourself
reverse the camera lights and blind yourself
I’m the unscene sentinel sentinel
oh sent to your dough stop to make buildings oh
I don’t wear ice my nigga
I’m cold already and diamonds can’t freeze my wrist
I’m froze already, the future was already been wrote and cold already
the coded exposed we wrote and coded already
is the end of the end and beginning to begin
when the end ends it all and it starts over begin nigga
heaven’s got a gape and whole the souls are missed
for escape the road on the road to redemption arctic
and..angel..these road of rappers in the instinct fired off the body
sent it in an instinct god it.. the body
sent in every..Hitler
better better told em the..spiter
..fast cook it all these niggas
corruption world wide money ain’t the thing
this is ain’t shit
and he the ..are you nigga he the fat dick
hoes give me money niggas get shot
every day and ..every way and every night
every night, every night
west coast murder

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Black diamonds, black mink and a black Cadillac yo
Look at Crooked I, now look at I
See how I pull up in the bitch I come up like I don’t seek a …
Sugar pie, don’t you wanna get up on the …
Lyricism, bad bitches with rhythm
And when it come to making the money, they only do …
All of the tricks be happy when they get up with them
On top of the world I could do a venus with them
… and the … trouble, I only wanna see them roll another kush
And all of my bitches is stick if you do not believe me
Then just take a look
Spending the money cause I got the hoe
And she look too fly on the try
Stay gripping like bishop cause quicker the twista
Is like super fly and …
And I know you … cause I’m telling these bitches to get on the pills
That they purses, it’s just a metaphor
Call me talking bout the way I pimp these verses

I tell her fuck u pay me,
No matter how much green I have
Bitch I never fill your bank account
Fuck u pay me, iiii, iiii
Bitch my dick is better than your pussy
I tell her fuck u pay me,
No matter how much green I have
Bitch I never fill your bank account
Fuck u pay me, iiii, iiii
Bitch my dick is better than your pussy

Oho, here we go,
Croo I’m bout to pimp me a hoe,
My dead beat pops …these jeans
The only thing he gave me since an embryo
Oho, there she go, now I’m bout to put her in a video
D boys give her then rubber bands stacks
Now I got dirty money like Didy though
I’m a clumsy robber, I’m a butter finger burglar main
I’ma drop that jewel, let me explain
I’ma fill your brain with game
But if you come lame, …that cool
I’m a god damn fool, I’ma lean my top pack and pop that tool
Get my gwap back you, know that I’m that dude
From a top max school, and I block that route
Remark tattoo
That’s cob, it means cash over bitches
Crippled… organized business
Circle of bosses, cartel of brawlers
Crossing out broads and we crossing over bridges
Help a nigga get rich and richer, do you get the picture
When the pimping hits you
I, I, got game from mister Twista,
He taught me how to rock like twister sister
I … your sister, put her on the block till she get some blisters
Put her on the map to the vixen and bitches fly
Put her on the track like she spitting …
The pimp game so … not it ain’t misogynist
It’s a metaphor to tell you that hip hop is my bottom bitch

I tell her fuck u pay me,
No matter how much green I have
Bitch I never fill your bank account
Fuck u pay me, iiii, iiii
Bitch my dick is better than your pussy
I tell her fuck u pay me,
No matter how much green I have
Bitch I never fill your bank account
Fuck u pay me, iiii, iiii
Bitch my dick is better than your pussy.

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You have … Nikki, I guess she can taste you up
I love my baby Nikki
You have … Nikki, I guess she can taste you up
Meet my baby Nikki
You have … Nikki, I guess she can taste you up
Yeah I love my baby Nikki
You have … Nikki, I guess she can taste you up
Meet my baby Nikki

I’m strictly models and bottles
Bitches gobble and swallow
Hit the throttles, get over that pot hole
And the auto and I know
Haters follow when the squad go
Wanna go mano, we mano, but my mados I kill you
My guns, I fill autos with hollows
Tuck it in my waist, in case you thinking
I’ma punch him in his face,
Swinging I’ma squeeze the lama
Whipping runners, leave you on the
Street you wanna see… wanna see the side bring the drama
Hard body…hit a nigga with a couple of bullets
Like a … disguise, as a rapper, click clak ya
Somebody gonna die, visible when your physical’s a visual mess
With me, and I’m gonna get it all, Nikki
We Bonnie and Clyde, we Lil Kim and Biggy,
We Hennesey and Sticky
Made for each other, you haters come and get me
You haters come and whip me
She gonna give you a ….
That red beam of death, a kiss of death from Nikki

You have … Nikki, I guess she can taste you up
I love my baby Nikki
You have … Nikki, I guess she can taste you up
Meet my baby Nikki
You have … Nikki, I guess she can taste you up
Yeah I love my baby Nikki
You have … Nikki, I guess she can taste you up
Meet my baby Nikki

Fuck around I surround you, couple rounds from that Howards…
down on the ground where they’ll find you
We devour you cowards now cause I power allowance
We don’t … life’s astounding without you
And I don’t even care, what you busters…
My pistols in the air, call that the upper handling
Bust my cannon, gun gigantic, suckers running, mothers panic
Brothers… hop the granit, fuck the planet
Nikki taking control, she be coming when I play with her click click
Strip you naked for show, did she blow you, black hoe you
Biggest gangsta I know
Soon as it choose for me to shoot you, in the future
I introduce you to my baby Nicole,
She like menage a trois, Mardy Gras, Adidas
All day she dreaming bout sex, she even body broads
You think you can handle us, say it … breath
Cause you’re gonna fall for, when she love you to death

You have … Nikki, I guess she can taste you up
I love my baby Nikki
You have … Nikki, I guess she can taste you up
Meet my baby Nikki
You have … Nikki, I guess she can taste you up
Yeah I love my baby Nikki
You have … Nikki, I guess she can taste you up
Meet my baby Nikki

2 love birds, riding in the street, k.i.l.l.i.n.g.
2 love birds, riding in the street, k.i.l.l.i.n.g.
2 love birds, riding in the street, k.i.l.l.i.n.g.

You have … Nikki, I guess she can taste you up
I love my baby Nikki
You have … Nikki, I guess she can taste you up
Meet my baby Nikki
You have … Nikki, I guess she can taste you up
Yeah I love my baby Nikki
You have … Nikki, I guess she can taste you up
Meet my baby Nikki.

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[Hook]
I take my city anywhere that i go
So when you see me then you already know
It’s on my hat, you can tell by it close
It’s in my tongue so it’s in my flow
I take my city anywhere that i go
So when you see me then you already know
It’s on my hat, you can tell by it close
It’s in my tongue so it’s in my flow

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monsters in my head
monsters in my head

what if i told you i wake up screamin’ and swingin’
dreamin’ that i’m fighting demons
dreamin’ i’m swingin’ on heathen’s
competin’ and schemin’ to eat every piece of my piece when i’m sleepin’
need a priest and a deacon
when i’m speakin’ to preachers tell ‘em i’m only at peace when i’m drinkin’
i’m sinking deep into hell
thinkin’ i’m fiedin’ for freedom
‘cause being in a well isn’t good for my well being
a walkin’ zombie i be comatose
nobody loves a nobody
who probably overdosed in the lobby of the omni hotel
probably find me with an empty bottle of oxy
shakin’ like an earthquakes inside me or i copped a holy ghost
wondering if therapy can take care of these monsters
before i kill more innocent people than jared lee loughner
they spit on me, shit on me
society kicked on me, hit on me til i was sick and exhausted
flipped and i lost it off hallucinogenic’s
they using a clinic, i saw lucifer’s image
the elephant in the room or my skeletons in the closet

now i lay me down to sleep,
i pray the lord, my soul to keep
wake me up before i’m dead
don’t bury me with monsters in my head
monsters in my head
with monsters in my head
and underneath the bed
underneath the bed

i always see ‘em out the corner of my eye
scared to death to fully see ‘em but i try
i just wanna ask ‘em why they follow me around
and they reply when i hear a sound
or they walk by and give me a chill i can’t explain
it feels so strange is that a high
my anxiety’s at an all time high
one second i’m good than i flip a switch
then i’m thinkin’ i might die
these ? spells are so annoying
from the outside looking in
y’all thinkin’ i’m enjoying myself
i need help man, i’m destroying every positive force
with all these negative thoughts
how can i find happiness when i can’t remember this loss
i do so many temporary things
that smile for just a minute
hat low but not for style i’m tryna hide under my fitted dog
it’s wild you wouldn’t get it
try my best to make everybody laugh
but that’s just a disguise i’m really timid
somebody make these feelings go away
forget it, that’s my problem, ya’ll go ‘head
i hate these monsters in my head

now i lay me down to sleep,
i pray the lord, my soul to keep
wake me up before i’m dead
don’t bury me with monsters in my head
monsters in my head
with monsters in my head
and underneath the bed
underneath the bed

it’s lights out like where the amish stay
pa, you can’t tax me
i’m like wesley snipes in a southern state
i’m a survivin’ walkin’ oxymoron
obviously i can say that i am alive
and i’m tryna die this way
ya’ll on your faggot shit
i’m on my draggin’ my magnum clip
with monsters in my head like irv and magic dick
niggas dessert me like eating after the entrée
but i’ma keep it 3 thousand like after the andre
i’ve adapted to a private life
yeah right, you saying that is like sayin’
i’m shooting dice on a floor made out of dice
i made out alive, this chaotic life
i just figured just quit giving dick to trick bitches and stay out of fights
but i’m on my high snortin’
you see this monster ball is like seeing halle berry and billy bob thornton
it’s fucking classic
as far as rap, i wish i could wrap it in plastic
and stick it up your fucking asses
i’m a monster (monster, monster…)

now i lay me down to sleep,
i pray the lord, my soul to keep
wake me up before i’m dead
don’t bury me with monsters in my head
monsters in my head
with monsters in my head
and underneath the bed
underneath the bed

take heed to what i’m giving you
beefin’ is habitual
he just ridicules wants me in critical
will appease and get rid of you
maybe what i seek is biblical
the scars are internal and the bleeding is invisible
got a friend named depression, a pill i take to relax him
but when he regurgitates the aches you couldn’t fathom
got a few talents but looking for a new challenge
i’ll let you walk in my shoes once i find a new balance
with faith i stay in peace, for i know every man’s equal
so i’m playing with the monsters like a space jam sequel
give ‘em two choices,
since they wanna do the least, tell ‘em get off my dick or renew the lease
persevere though my bed is corrupt
expect i give up when left to destruct
but i give less than a fuck
sit back comfortably, react to they want with me
the bright side is that they keeping an insomniac company

now i lay me down to sleep,
i pray the lord, my soul to keep
wake me up before i’m dead
don’t bury me with monsters in my head
monsters in my head
with monsters in my head
and underneath the bed
underneath the bed

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[Intro]
You are now tuned in, the lens zoomed in
The cameras recording, my Concord Jordans
Move from the shoes to the Trues to the Gucci belt
The COB shirt, then it move to the dude who the face of the West Coast
Let’s go get ‘em
Face of the West Coast
Let’s go get ‘em
Face of the West Coast
Let’s go get ‘em
Face of the West Coast
Let’s go get ‘em

[Verse 1]
L.A. Leakers, Justin Credible
SourMILK, let me show you how I’m built
I started off of van meese full of loud noises
Then I hit the B.E.T. Cypher
Had to show the world how wild them Southern Cal boys is
Had to give rappers in the underground voices
Then we dropped “The Illest”, that ghetto hook with B.I
Then I had to murder the remix with Yelawolf and T.I
Slaughterhouse is hot as hell, y’all on that same ol’
But I’m like Samo, before you knew him as Jean-Michel
Basquiat; guess what I’m trying to say
Is that I’m still on the streets with it
Walking with my Ghandi gun
I’m so at peace with it
Please get it correct, Crooked’s a beast with it
Flying off the turnbuckle, have you crying uncle like you and your niece did it
Uh; show me a nigga who’s sicker than incest
Beats get fucked royally like sticking a dick in a princess
Would say I’m pushing weight like a nigga who fixing to bench-press
But that shit older than Oprah, I told y’all I been fresh
Yeah, I goes off
You slept on me, niggas dozed off
I get it jumping in this bitch like a pole vault
Plus my dough talk like I’m the owner of Roc Nation
Because I’m a cold boss
On the Leaker show
Don’t play this for seven days and watch ‘em say
Shit was all good just a week ago

God of the West Coast
Know the flow nice
When you’re signed to Shady/Aftermath
And used to be on Death Row

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[Hook]
Sut-sut is the motto
Spark up some loud, man, crack another bottle
COB deep in the streets like a pothole
You know who to follow
Crooked Intriago

[Verse 1]
You are now tuned in, the lens zoomed in
The cameras recording, my Concord Jordans
Move from the shoes to the Trues to the Gucci belt
COB shirt, then it move to the dude who the face of the West Coast
Let’s go get ‘em
Fresh flow kill ‘em
Less momentum for y’all
Beats, I vandalize them all
Should start writing rhymes with a Sharpie on your wall
Wanna ball how I ball?
Gotta trip Pau Gasol, that’s all
That means I’mma ball til I fall
Niggas mad they ain’t in my tax bracket
I take the high road, it lacks traffic
Gat pack is my bad habit
Still I jump in the cypher and backpack it, I’m that active
Versatility’s the verse abilities
Get money but learn humility, you feeling me? Church
I willingly work
You Little League niggas don’t know about them skirts
Who be feeling that purple pill in me
Head under her dress, fuck it, I’m wilding
Same reason that Mona Lisa was smiling
Top floor of the Ritz
I’m looking down at the roof of the Staples
Divide the truth from the fables, maybe
I’m signed to lucrative label
You become one of my stallions, your future is stable
I went from the train to the Bentley with the bucket seats
For fucking up rugged beats
Thugging in public streets
Love it when suckers speak
On the House Gang, you’ll be done in a couple weeks
Soon as the single drop
Go get the Beats by Dre speakerbox while we shine like the equinox
You need to not think we going soft, either
Keep a Glock, squeeze at you while your people watch
Told you it get greater later
Don’t be a David Stern — I mean a player hater
Wait up — let’s toast 2012
A shot of Ciroc for my people in the prison cell
Let’s toast 2012
A shot of Ciroc for my people in the prison cell, yeah
Free Tray Deee

[Hook]

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Cocaine is a hell of a drug

This drug shit is no joke my nigger
Is the reason they killed Pablo ..
You know they should affect …
Cocaine is a hell of a drug

However it brings .. Selling is …
Sell it in clubs sell it to fellows that have never been hugged
Give it to some of the sellers never been loved
Sell it for the hell of a … Sell it to the niggers in … Looking skinny like …
Let’s get it cause increase the addiction damn they are telling me that Melany does
The blacker the berry the stronger the juice
The better the crack the stronger the nus
So is the broken excuse for over abuse
Go smoke it .. Show you the truth but don’t do it
No doubt about it wanna make my momma proud
But I am pushing .. Rocks …i need to score keys that will make my sister mad
Plus the rock fellow .. Taught me e about my power
.. Bitches banging way before .. Move back pennies
Two stack twenties … Shit is my fame
Get high get high
My nephew .. Spit on them ..c rack rocks get ugly when you see a kid on
He was only 14 when he saw my uncle smoking
My uncle let him try now he is barely dead
All of his mother’s dreams and hopes for him are broken
.. When we want to buy .. Under cop ..she cry to my neighbor
She said somebody raped her and robbed her for paper
Nobody rapped her she smoked .. Back of the alley ..
Pretending to be hurt … Now kids don’t get breakfast lunch or desert
.. Dealers never get that ..
Get high get high get high get high
Know what else is funny .. For madness can you spare some change
No man no can do not for you nigger man is so damn true
Cocaine is a hell of a drug

This drug shit is no joke my nigger
Is the reason they killed Pablo ..
You know they should affect …
Cocaine is a hell of a drug

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[Intro]
They talking to me like..
They talking to me, right?
They saying..

[Verse 1]
Ye shall be blessed if thou worketh
So for fifty two weeks, I showed you my style perfect
Once in a while, one of the realest niggas shall surface
I’m C.O.B., plus I slaughtered all the house verses
It’s foul circus, I vow to hold it down
It’s my proud purpose
When the crowd purchase my sound, make yours sound malnourished
My mouth curses, please excuse the views
Only four letter word I never use is “lose”
Slaughterhouse headlines, yeah my crew’s the news
Domestic violence and pet names, yeah we abusing booths
Better store the metaphors
Nigga, remember these similies
So when you say you’re better off yelling — nigga, please
By any means necessary I became legendary on the Internet
It’s like I screwed the computer
And my next block is fucking your desktop
Like having sex with a secretary — you get it, Jack?
My intellect is a ball, brains given to me by teachers
Who predicted I’d be homeless bumming a cigarette — huh
You got me mixed like the letters when a dyslexic send a text
This is where my destiny interjects
In the ‘jects where the gats bang
I’m fresh off B.E.T, but looking like I crack slang
What up, homie?
I think I’m living like the bosses deserve
Cause I’m the C.E.O. of my balls and my word
I’m burying beats in the cemetery dirt
Abusing the music like the producers should’ve sent it to me first
Tracks get shat on like toilets get sat on
Beats get spat on, Long Beach hat on
The top five, least I see myself inside
Cause who fucking with us — “us” being me, myself, and I?
Yeah, I’m sending rappers to the afterlife
You arrogant cowards — you a dick and a pussy, you a hermaphrodite
I’m something soft in this game, that’s what they acting like
Nigga, I’m from the gutter where a G.E.D. is a bragging right
And some nigga named Marvin describes the appetite
A sea on a horse, a hundred watt bulb
That’s my description when I grab a mic
Cause I’m high as a satellite
You haters get your chatter right
Young’un, I been here a while
I could’ve been a quitter a long time ago
Bitter a long time ago
But if success is a bitch, Crooked is gon find the ho
She can hide, I’m seek her like “Eeny-miny-mo”
Too many rap verbals around you dummies
I’m like them rubber bands on a hundred grand
I rap circles around you, money

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I’m ..for the under door
You grove me for the under door
I move it for the under door
‘cause i am the under door
This game time

Hook:
The world on my shoulders i’m riskin it all
I hear to fight until it’s over winnin to draw
It’s game time, it’s game time x 3
I got the sun in my eyes, my heart beating heavy
And i’ve been waiting all my life to show you i’m ready
It’s game time, it’s game time x 3

They probably stop me but i know can’t
A bullshit a quitter i ain’t
Niggas yellin at they going so hard in the paint
F*ck that I’d rather been going hard in the bank
Here we go time to prove I’m the very best
Post to .. Kelly niggas call me Jerry West
Had the croft but we .. now we’re taking steps
This is underdog is a .. step up and place the bags
The people;e champ i’m like a .. and master card
That five dues i’m like the sicty in the doubl R
I’m rich rollin i don’t bang i don’t just hustle hard
To see your .. i let the plan who the f*ck we are
That’s .. out i came so far but i got so far to ghost ..
I don’t give a f*ck i ghost him get out of way I’ll be ..
This is how we do the shit after .. all i know you not retreat
I’m bout to though I’m bout to ..

[Hook:]

Is game time and i’m about to kick it all
Is game time, let’s get it how we’re livin
I’ma get it on, i’ma skin and ball
But i’ma livin on this skinin ball
This earth, this work i’ma get it ball
This game is a p**sy i’ma hear to roll
Speed it bro one day I’m walking through
her I’m say you’ll never make it
girl who you’re talking to
i do what bosses do, take a look in my office you
on the road to success i know I’ll take a loss for two
what you call a setback, i call a challenge if i fall
i know i get back, it’s all a balance
i’m tied up my clubs tight as you bout to be my punching back
right before that cross flow i hear them with a hundred ..
all i need in this life for saint is me and y hustling
haters you gonna pop an .. back yelling ..
i hear you with the virgin face that i don’t give a f*ck

[Hook:]
All i need in this life for saint is me and my hustling
All i need in this life for saint is me and my hustling

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Ok, I’m bottle popping, I’m …
I make Colorado rocking, deep in that 303
I got a model jocking, she say her man’s a physician
I tell her mommy stop it, restrain your competition

Ain’t no competition, ain’t no competition,
Ain’t no competition, bitch ain’t no competition
My city, behind me, your bitch, beside me
You haters, come find me,
And on this microphone
Ain’t no competition, ain’t no competition,
Ain’t no competition, bitch ain’t no competition
My city, behind me, your bitch, beside me
You haters, come find me,
And on this microphone

Where my haters at, where my haters at?
Said I was dead when I left there …
Hell no nigger, I made it back
Now you niggers gotta fade to black
So damn hungry, I ate the mat
I’m the beast, the west coast, in the belly of industry club
And I’m raining stacks
Name another artist who harder than me,
Who’s smarter than me, I’m smart as a Harvard degree
In the dark, I’m a … with the beat, don’t argue with me
These artists are weak, I’m arguably
The best with these bars,
So they start talk about…
I made a small fortune without drawing…
Just made it…middle man
… now I’m fucking with a million
I ain’t even have to touch one kilogram
I remember when you rappers… home boy that’s your marketing plan
… ain’t nothing wrong with catching a ride
But some wrong with niggers that I catch in a lie
Back to the flow, passing you hoes
… passion and flow, throw cash on the floor
…going back to the mall

Ain’t no competition, ain’t no competition,
Ain’t no competition, bitch ain’t no competition
My city, behind me, your bitch, beside me
You haters, come find me,
And on this microphone
Ain’t no competition, ain’t no competition,
Ain’t no competition, bitch ain’t no competition
My city, behind me, your bitch, beside me
You haters, come find me,
And on this microphone

Where my haters at, where my haters at?
Where my raiders at? Where my chuck taylor’s at
… spit neck gasoline, no Vaseline
Naming on the dude of this grind, working like a half machine
Go ask your team
Music is loosing its mind,
Shit is like a travesty, is so whack to me
I could put a hundred dudes in a lot
And they all practically sound the god damn same
…we the best in the biz
You ain’t gotta give me the crown cause I took it in the past 10 years
When it come to this lyrical spit, tell me who fucking around with young Crooked
The answer is none rappers… I’m popping like Pac the 90’s, niggers get hit up
Finishing a nigger, that thing he gonna run up on a general criminal
I’m general principle, I’ma give him a bullet, the momentum is gonna spin him around
And I’ma give him another round, get rid of him
Ladies and gentlemen I am the future, the whole wide world is cob
You’re on your grind, then I salute you, sooner or later you gonna see
What’s our only mission, knock you out the number one position
Our position, I got 99 problems, one ain’t competition though

Ain’t no competition, ain’t no competition,
Ain’t no competition, bitch ain’t no competition
My city, behind me, your bitch, beside me
You haters, come find me,
And on this microphone
Ain’t no competition, ain’t no competition,
Ain’t no competition, bitch ain’t no competition
My city, behind me, your bitch, beside me
You haters, come find me,
And on this microphone.

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[verse 1: royce da 5'9"]
nickel nine who rap live’r, never that
riding, with a bitch and my battery in the back
and for that, she asked “why?” and
her tops getting pulled over modem to black drivers
while i shine, chrome , and i wax tire’s
picture that!
the car fast it’s cleaner than mother mary
it’s heating your whole class like culinary
pick up your jaw from the floor i’m another scary
cuz’ i do more than just oven carry
i make your ass look like you’ve been bobbing for apples in a tub of berries
ain’t no motherfucking hoes here
except the ones y’all be paying like a toll fare
my style’s like a watched project:
you heard about it, you read about it but you don’t wanna’ just go there
yeah, i’m on some different shit when i press this pencil against this paper
i guess it’s just my wicked nickel nature

[hook: zawles]
well i’ve been dying to get my voice heard up
on these streets, give me some shine and i’m starring the show
and i’ve been blind to all the hate, haters try to show me
i’m deph to the naughts, ain’t hearing no

step back and let me go, go
go let me go, go, (x8)
go let me

[verse 2: ]
i’m an original criminal in my lyrical pinnacle
show me an identical rapper i scalp ‘em as quick as a
seminal indian, give me an obvious reason
to body a heathen, to shotty a squeezing, i’m out of your league
out of your region. out of your reach, pushing x
like i’m from bmx, i’m malcolm and meech
how do you speak to an animal? beast, i only cypher with producers
i battle these beats, the cannibal eats
whatever’s trynna’ cypff with me
til’ i’m on top of the game, right where that snipers be
i gotta license to kill, so if you see me shoot
jordan and tyson chill, i’m only murdering every mic i see
i’m the realest, rich as willis, i could beat a drum and
nobody rides for free, so i keep the meter runnin’
nine loaded (yes), c.o.b. is gunnin’
blindfolded (sex), they never seen us cummin’

[hook]

[verse 3: deph naught]
i thought i told ya’, ball with him all you get crossed over
thought he was hot? (fuck ‘em!) the sodomy starts over
when nickel and naught gots to recording these harsh vocals
rolled through the park, and got on a crooked i’s shoulders
motion the ten broads thats over there on over
slit all they throats, throw em, and chuckle with ron goldman
oh he’s a twat. what a ridiculous thought process
wanna’ be me? swallow some bleach and cream soda!!
lawdy! i’m the shit and i ain’t tryning to explain it
a homicidal violent child dying to escape and
i’m saying you couldn’t make him be quiet if you was placin’
his brain in a vase made of uranium to contain it
the zaniest (sweet goodness!), flyin’ down isle three
with a bottle of lube, cialis and mild sauce. please
come lick on the dick (slurp), you rappers should try and not speak
i lit a cigarette, it means goodbye bitch, peace. (fuck outta’ here!)
i’m here now (cheese!), a picture’d be great
this game is a bitch and i’m a trick that’s insisting we date
labels and a&rs, for some reason they looking at me funny
(why?) “degrassi?, eighteen??, white!?? mmm, money!!!”
(mister deph!) dammit, you better off tryna’ take hellen keller
down to your cellar and start yelling her name -
i don’t hear your haters hatin’. zawles come out and say it
drake, i’m ’bout to make it, make way for the next generation (ra!)

[hook]

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[crooked i]
i rep my city (x7)

[b.o.b]
i take my city everywhere that i go.
so when you see me you then already know.
it’s on my hat, you can tell by the clothes
it’s in my talk, so it’s in my flow.
(x2)
i take my city everywhere that i go!

[crooked i]
i’m from the l-o-n-g-b-e-a-c-h
c-i-t-y see i, got a paper chase.
city by the sea, it’s the 562.
that’s why every coupe i hop into, is aqua blue.
and i thought you knew, rock with me and i’ll rock with you.
this for my (city, city)
i rep my (city, city)
we 50 deep in the club, ‘cause i brought my (city) wit’ me.
throwing them things in a octagon.
louis vuitton and vacheron, in babylon
i’m flippin’ that dough like pappa john’s, ‘cause i’m the don.
so throw some cheese up.
snoopy told you “g’s up.”
dominic feels, like he’s vomiting pills, throwing e’s up.
all my east sider riders throw them e’s up.
this lbc what? (huh)

[b.o.b]
i take my city everywhere that i go.
so when you see me you then already know.
it’s on my hat, you can tell by the clothes
it’s in my talk, so it’s in my flow.
(x2)
i take my city everywhere that i go!

[crooked i]
i’m from the e-a-s-t-s-i-d-e, ride with me.
east sider long beach.
r-t-c and i-c-g.
o-m-g and y-m-c.
owin’ me i’m cob.
ima take my clique to the t-o-p on g-o-d with b.o.b.
tell by the hat, you could tell by the tat, you could tell how i act, you could tell how i rap that i represent the l-b-c.
m-a-p we back on the map.
m-a-p mean money and power.
uh-huh we back on the map.
can’t be poor son, no nordstrom, but its racks on racks.
sat put me to the test, no tutor, and glutted cause the future gone show you who the best.
this is how i view success.
givin’ you my music, yes.
stepped on stage in budapest,
made em all salute the west!

[b.o.b]
i take my city everywhere that i go.
so when you see me you then already know.
it’s on my hat, you can tell by the clothes
it’s in my talk, so it’s in my flow.
(x2)
i take my city everywhere that i go!

[crooked i]
in the chi-town, i’m keeping it g from the get go.
windy city killers, man they shootin’ when the wind blow.
from oklahoma to new york, i rep my kinfolk.
thought i was in the six-four, nope. i’m in that enzo!
when i’m in houston, that purple stuff is in my purple cup.
when i’m in miami, i’m in south beach with my circle, uhh.
when i’m in atlanta, my fans be grabbing them cameras
then i’m in out in detriot with my g, royce. and them d boys.
in every single hood, i’m so hood that i think i’m good.
south central, hawthorne, gardena, compton, watson, englewood.
places that i’ve been to.
look at my clothes when i’m mobbin’ through.
laker purple, dodger blue.

[b.o.b]
i take my city everywhere that i go.
so when you see me you then already know.
it’s on my hat, you can tell by the clothes
it’s in my talk, so it’s in my flow.
(x2)
i take my city everywhere that i go!

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first off, i’m a political boss, take down … in with my criminal floss, yeah
i have seen the houses niggers…
i’ma take it further, i’m about to go livei n a vault
yeah, living like a greedy vulture
cut me deep enough and find some afros…culture
all about peace when i approach her
if the elephant in the room is beef, consider me the poacher
yeah this is … talking to revolutionaries, is swahili or hulu sasa
always keep a bad chick in me casa
shouts out to my home girl …
nah, i’m not the dude you assume
i’ve been here even before leaving my mother’s room
i’ve also, been her for many moves
that’s why my body’s missing from my egiptian tomb
listen, what if … never buried her husband
what if there was never a … for
… and the sheriffs coming like … for carrying guns…
half of … we got a black president
they say racism is dead but where’s the african sunbell
ask a … what do faith represent
my … is scared as it’s ever been
and since god made me black as …
i keep… i mean that instead of…
rappers can unite, every race under the sun
hand wrapped around the mike, homie i’m the one
east side, long beach the sound of the sirens
dropped out on mystery schools..
they gonna make you…
maybe i’m … cause he is i and i am your highness
bow down in the presence of the pharaoh
strike a peasant in the heart with the golden bow and arrow
44 in the apparel, i will blow the barrel
shake the dice on the floor oh i’m taking your dinero
i used to eat pinna butter out the jar
now it’s pinna butter guts when my door’s…
in the beverly hills … park, the boys are starve

tough will teach you … melody, better be in top 5
on the road at night…rallying through the yellow lights
rallying through the stop signs
he on a one way, no parking lot time
monday to sunday, …
i got that gucci, louie, … like a dope…
competition on they back like…
and boy’s missing, reminiscing the old times
hate… now your hoe’s not
how did you managed to make them look like..
we ain’t consider… sandwiches
bottles by the forklift and chronic by the cases
cause i laid up like the faces that jackpot in vegas
… faces, snapshot cases
looking in you probably think we had a …
that until i lost my marbles on the marble floor
… cats can kill like oj for something small
… the haters gonna keep acting like
i can make it happen
… rapping like i’m going captain money flashing top fashion
… feel like i never…kiss my ass
get your tan from my future, you should open up my past
outside… while we smoking tripping off the glass
…even give myself a bath
… packs i deserve a few snapback…
you backtracking, … how is …
move crowds for certain…
champagne and ice chains keep the circle pool
… bitches and bad bitches, … pool.

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I say fuck … and …
So my video you never seen
I never see saw how these industry niggers
Could talk about that real hip hop
Behind closed doors, flip flop
Then you wonder why the fuck a nigger miss Pac
Because you turning this hip hop to kids bop
Bitch stop
I’m exercising my freedom of speech
While we at it, give some freedom to Mitch
And a hustlers who grew up in the gutter
Trying to eat on the streets
Guess … he really want me on a leash
I’m a pit bull, forming at the grill
They wanna put me to sleep
Just so my bitch can have my puppies the moment that I’m killed
We multiply and when I die
I got music that I want to be released
I wrote it in my will
So beyond the grave, I could show you how I feel
A life after death release to show you that I’m ill

Who cares if industry niggers keep it real with me
Thanks to slaughterhouse … you got a deal with me
Maybe the stigma of death row is still with me
Maybe you coped out, you niggers acting real with me
That’s why fuck with the blogosphere
Too many execs got it back was like the drum track from Paul Rivere
They trying to put a filter, on which all should hear
I walked out the office when niggers start talking weird
Jump in the SL6, the hard top,
Call a … be meeting at the homie cigar shop
This is how we gonna take over the game
Stay independent ah, take over the fame
Later charge him double for that whole ass shit
Every check looking like Oprah wrote that bitch
We beat the Matrix like a program glitch
Looking 10 years younger nigger, so damn rich
Sob hoodie and the jeans are …
Brags blowing up like … do
You sick of bullshit music, I believe you
Like a baby that’s 24 months I’m yelling me too
That’s my whole thing, this is my whole dream
My whole team, the illest movement the globe seen
I never rest, gotta get it in a hurry
Cause sleep is cousin of death, ask Conrad Murray.

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the cops hate my skin
so they wanna do me in
shove me in the pen
have me serving 5 to 10
i grew up in the city where the itch you gotta sin
now just wanna be like mu suburbia friends
but instead i got a thug, yeah
i got a thug, i got a thug
the streets taught me how to thug

wait a minute, my mother's flat broke
and my father ain't around
my whole family starving, man i gotta hold us down
i loaded up my chopper, hit that other side of town
robbed that dealer for a couple of pounds,
my nigger learning how to thug, learning how to thug
i had to learn how to thug, how to thug

i ain't finished, society hates me but that hate is really fear
i'm praying every day that that hate would disappear
they treat me like i ain't shit and the message is very clear
while the devil is whispering in my ear

when it come to thuging i got a master degree
sitting here in this county jail imagining me
the future me, not the one that's always trapped in the streets
not the one that see his own family wrapped in them sheets
i'm like the president of thugging, as i practice my speech
simultaneously i'm thinking i'm the cat to ...
even when i'm sleep, i don't see no actual peace
i'm dreaming, i'm bleedin', after squeezing after police
nobody gives a fuck about a nigger broken in pain
you see him in front of the liquor store won't even throw him some change
when he die, john doe is his name
is that my destiny, i'm going insane
load up my chrome in the rain
erase a pain for future, that's what i can do with my glock 9
should i pop it or just call the suicide hot line
tears rolling down my face is do or die, stop crying
green light, i'm dead or its music my stop sign
i'm in a crack hotel, i'm living grimy
sick of hitting links plus i really don't trust my crimies
mind state is slimy, i kill you and then yell why me, don't try me
gotta put this life behind me
see i was brain washed, talked that i wouldn't be shit, believed it
now these trouble waters got me sea sick
the upper class show love like the tits nepotisms
the lower class we thug is a defense mechanism
to protect ... against them
the penitentiary system fit them in and they never miss them
just look for better victims
and politicians never listen
do whatever's bitching
they eat in a better kitchen
they on television, promising better conditions
it's a repetition of lies open your eyes
either let your reckless listen
listen, we shooting at the wrong targets
talking out the side of our neck, believing our own charges
i thought that i was cursed by the gods
dropped in the ghetto, piss pour against impossible odds
track with these charlatans and philosophical frauds
in a place where being a ... is a logical job
change always starts with the man in the mirror
so i'm talking to myself like hey crooked i, i can hear you
give me your 38 stub, a mask and some gloves
i can teach the whole world how to thug
but how bout how to love?
yeah, we need love
we need love in the hood
one time for some love in the hood
two times for some loves in the hood ...
come back.

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we gonna be living like this for the rest of our lives
we gonna be living like this for the rest of our lives
we gonna be banging this shit for the rest of our lives, listen, die young
live fast, die young, live fast, die young.

all day bang but i'm no … my pistol bite your ass right after that bitch...
see a couple quick sparks, then your vision get pitch dark
and the paramedics trying to jump start you here's not
fuck with me is what you don't do
all i ever did my whole life is what i want to
yeah, microphone check 1 2, my last microphone check was 1.2
compliment on my skillz you looking nice, rocking all white
diamonds still crawling vanilla ice hanging off of my chest
like it's body over the balcony
publishing turn to gold like a nigger practice alchemy
wrecking breaking ethic code my dead homies proud of me
i am not done cause i'm not who i'm about to be
crawling on to west before my album is charted
even kings get ex god bless malcom and martin
i'm feeling hatred and i wonder how come is starting
cause you haters on the couch need to get out your apartment and grind
talk about you been rapping since 95, i was pushing benzes when you was looking for 9 to 5
just accept that i am long beach then you might survive
until then nothing's g about hating on me
see i was harder than uses … i beg you're pardon
mama pushing me in a … catching a bargain
i'm sick of you niggers jogging you coward ass niggers
wanna ...each other scared of pistol …
yeah, i kill them soft, when god tailor made us
he put me off from a different cloth
you niggers false when i point out a crucifix full of diamonds
tell me what's the point, i'm trying to get a cross, the biggest cross
enjoying the benefits, spitting like a back packer but living like a whack rapper with … kids
it's almost over for them cause … put some real lyricses in the mix
i'm in the six, drop mercedes on the gas, blowing shady money fast
know the ladies love the cash, pitching baby on the ass
...she gave me cranium, while she crazy on the …
i'm crazy drinking … like it's 80 …
i'm so retarded in public, i'm your rapper's worst nightmare
real mc with a market and budget
even if my ship … sitting target and fuck it i win hard and i love it
back on the block, trick a happy as a rookie cop
throwing a legal money on whose making their pussy pop
read my shirt, they say do not cop block
he did it anyway, now he got me play hot scotch
that's when i jump on you squares, east side in the air
ok, fine

we gonna be living like this for the rest of our lives
we gonna be living like this for the rest of our lives
we gonna be banging this shit for the rest of our lives, listen, die young
live fast, die young, live fast, die young.

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how many time i gotta tell you niggas
i’m not like you.

turn this shit up, turn it up
i ain’t never love a cup they are american devils
wanna burry me since birthday my parents is cheval
real niggas don’t die so they’re scared to ghetto
what’s a .. compared to ..
and a local tike nigga you know where my level
rather talk to baby girl over there in the yellow
i’ma tell ya get naked but she can wear is the leather
got around gps but i ain’t share my ..
is the ..in abduction put it in my space ship
to me ..i ain’t got a space ship
i just wanna make it get my new b*tch ...fake tits
do you hear me ? i’m alone b*tch nigga riding down ..show
read my bumper sticker you say f*ck .. limbo
got hood credit the street just my coast signer
i talk shit like mel gibson my ghost rider.

chorus:
i’m in the streets tell me where you at?
put a hundred killers in front of you i can do that
me and you ain’t the same but you knew that
if you don’t give a f*ck don’t you middle finger up
real niggas f*ck with real niggas everyday
..niggas .. with .. niggas everyday
real b*tches f*ck with real b*tches everyday
light b*tches f*ck with light b*tches everyday.

is just me against the world
soldiers on the main line
how can i be militate ignorant at the same time
i love nigga but i hate swung
blaming on the complexity of a great mind
i think i’m stuck from in between ...
still chasing after boy .. and i’m hard core
..snitch ..than a car .. sitting
underneath the spinning the b boy’s head
i keep a .. i’ll be tellin’ to generate
at a each ... p*ssy ..quick as .. to generous
i mix .. if you a b*tch nigga you forever my nemesis
killing you is my itinerary, shut up the .. bee eco military
i’m a nazy ...

chorus:
i’m in the streets tell me where you at?
put a hundred killers in front of you i can do that
me and you ain’t the same but you knew that
if you don’t give a f*ck don’t you middle finger up
real niggas f*ck with real niggas everyday
..niggas .. with .. niggas everyday
real b*tches f*ck with real b*tches everyday
light b*tches f*ck with light b*tches everyday.

i don’t live like you, i don’t think like you do
mother f*ck say i’m crazy
see i grew up in a hood where the cups tried to kill a dough
ever since i was a baby
and i’m in top of all latin’s gang bang niggas drippin to ..
they try to brain wash new with a curricular highschool
i never let them foe play me
see old .. i got a religious career, is the van gogh flow
niggas let me you hear, ain’t no rally for the feminist
the women are here, pull your .. out, pull your .. in fear
probably see a nigga chillin’ with the bone star
use em like the old star in my ford car
and other words i only call em when i need him
give me brains while i ..in my ..
that’s what she told me she was .. back daughter
says she couldn’t take ..father
get it off your chest.. press harder,
i gave her a new name called princess ..
her dad the devil..made the man dingle like the way
the human body feel
quick question: who ain’t body skill?
if you don’t buy my shit i bet the .. will nigga.

[chorus:]

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