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Crooked Letter I

Ooh! We have returned

Yeah, show you how to flow again

(Show you how to flow again)

It's the rap rule again yo, yoStreet, Meth, we ride like AC and OJ

(That niggaz crazy!)

I runs up on you in broad days, I'm a loose link

I carrys the heaterz, always

Small timers, get left for dead in the hallways

That ill breed, move in warp speed, follow my lead

(Me and my Co-Ds about to OD)

Let me proceed

I'm that OG, you're not in my league

(You know my steez)

I put the smackdown, on you killer clown MCsI rock for all my niggaz

(I rock for all my niggaz)

That's why I hurt to be here, okay, let me see here

Stat' land, crooked letter is I, we back man

Harder than a dick on viagra gettin' a lap dance

Hittin' like a back hand

(I slap y'all kids)

As if we in a game of Spades, and y'all renig'

John Blaze, not the clothing, 'cuz some of that is slum

(Son, I'm already knowin')

Cut they jeans mad youngIn the crooked letter I, it's do or die

Shit, every man fights to stay alive

In the crooked letter I, you should not try

Meth Tical, Streetlife, Killa Bee, why?In the crooked letter I, it's do or die

Shit, every man fights to stay alive

In the crooked letter I, you should not try

Meth Tical, Streetlife, Killa Bee, why?Stingy with my doe, even stingier with dojia'

(Told y'all)

You'll never go broke, long as I yo'ya

Maintain your composure, or party over

For stank bitches, who get it twisted like yoga

Holla for a dollar, yea, and y'all ain't gotta go home

(But y'all gotta get the fuck outta here)

Who stay 'Lo' like Jennifer, won't see me a lot

But when you see Vivica, tell her she a foxWe rollin', big truck, sittin' on chrome

(Twistin' a bone)

Talkin' to a bird on the bat phone

Zonin', out the area, roamin'

The closest you could come to my style maybe is clonin'

The Omen

(I'm warnin' you now!)

Niggaz is holdin'

Run up, watch me put one up in your colon

Chizzle town, thugs in the club, like chicks posin'

Lambchop niggaz is sheep in wolf clothingIn the crooked letter I, it's do or die

Shit, every man fights to stay alive

In the crooked letter I, you should not try

Meth Tical, Streetlife, Killa Bee, why?In the crooked letter I, it's do or die

Shit, every man fights to stay alive

In the crooked letter I, you should not try

Meth Tical, Streetlife, Killa Bee, why?Beware, danger, shoot off your flares

Warn all your dogs

(Tell 'em we here)

The stat'

(We don't bust our guns in the air)

Never that, y'all don't come out 'til the coast is clear

(Who you suppose to fear?)

Street, I fears no one

You all thumbs, I probably murder you with your gun

When I start lettin' off

(Niggaz is jettin' off)

You straight chicken broth, we holes in your terryclothI Double O 3, long time no see

Who mind parts seas, and 'cause blind to see

Some think this industry is just all rhyme and G

Then he make it to the door, and he can't find the key

Don't know what it be, to make y'all follow my lead

Or make this pretty thing on her knees swallow my seed

If rap wasn't rap no more, what would it be?

I don't know, I'd be zonin' sometime, must be the weed

That's shitIn the crooked letter I, it's do or die

Shit, every man fights to stay alive

In the crooked letter I, you should not try

Meth Tical, Streetlife, Killa Bee, why?Homicide housing, loose linx

Carlton fisk, DC, rest in peace

To the million dollar kid Y

SI, NY, 10304

Sick eyes, size 7

Big nut, what up?Big up to denaun, good lookin' on the track, nigga

Matter fact, I'm a call Staten island the tri-borough, now on

'Cuz we'll try any fuckin' thing

Homicide housing

Fuck y'all

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