How many times I gotta tell you niggas? I'm not like you! Sup niggas It's your boy Crooked I Yeah Turn this shit up Turn it up! I ain't never love
an envelope, yeah I'm her throat Crook in about to score I see the red zone, All I need is peace by trade, but not the hair falls Think I don't live
my neck I was hanging myself I couldn't breathe Trapped in the ghetto I couldn't leave I couldn't think I couldn't see I couldn't take it man I couldn
ass I ain't disrespecting just telling the truth Ya'll know how I do it when I gets up in the booth I'm a go hard till I chip my fucking tooth In a fly
thick and thin Even if I invaded Nicaragua You know I'm not a crook You know I'm not a crook I just wanna lie about one more thing right now . . . (Say
the slam They're all in Penthouse now Or Playboy magazine, million dollar stories to tell I guess Warhol wasn't wrong Fame fifteen minutes long Everyone's using everybody, making the sale I
the niggas that I dared to (?agank?) the first Think I might be deceased 'fore I reach my calling As long as I'm haulin my heat I'm stallin I bring it
target Or organized outfit Not by the mafia, this where it get chills Your wife hired some hitman to kill you for your ten million dollar will Money fund
, I hope you got currency 'Cause your bail two million dollars, you understand that You lil' rap mother Hold, hold, hold, hold up man I got two million dollars
I dared to gang the first 2.10 Think I might be deceased 'fore I reach my calling As long as I'm haulin' my heat I'm stallin' I bring it to ya hard
slam They're all in Penthouse now Or Playboy Magazine Million dollar stories to tell I guess Warhol wasn't wrong Fame fifteen minutes long Everyone's using everybody Making the sale I
niggas that I dared to (?agank?) the first Think I might be deceased 'fore I reach my calling As long as I'm haulin my heat I'm stallin I bring it to
Cause your bail two million dollars, you understand that You lil' rap mother-(hol-hol'-hol'-hol' up man I got two million dollars cash, call Stan I'm
