Crooked Letter I

Big nut, what up?

You'll never go broke, long as I yo'ya
(I slap y'all kids)
SI, NY, 10304
I runs up on you in broad days, I'm a loose link
Hittin' like a back hand
Carlton fisk, DC, rest in peace
(Tell 'em we here)
Then he make it to the door, and he can't find the key
As if we in a game of Spades, and y'all renig'

We rollin', big truck, sittin' on chrome
Meth Tical, Streetlife, Killa Bee, why?
Street, I fears no one
(You know my steez)
(That niggaz crazy!)
Meth Tical, Streetlife, Killa Bee, why?
(Niggaz is jettin' off)
Who mind parts seas, and 'cause blind to see
(Told y'all)
Run up, watch me put one up in your colon
It's the rap rule again yo, yo
In the crooked letter I, you should not try
Niggaz is holdin'
The stat'

I Double O 3, long time no see
John Blaze, not the clothing, 'cuz some of that is slum
That ill breed, move in warp speed, follow my lead

I carrys the heaterz, always
To the million dollar kid Y
In the crooked letter I, it's do or die
I put the smackdown, on you killer clown MCs
(Me and my Co-Ds about to OD)
Matter fact, I'm a call Staten island the tri-borough, now on
Chizzle town, thugs in the club, like chicks posin'
(Who you suppose to fear?)
Beware, danger, shoot off your flares
Shit, every man fights to stay alive
(We don't bust our guns in the air)
(But y'all gotta get the fuck outta here)
Lambchop niggaz is sheep in wolf clothing
(Twistin' a bone)

In the crooked letter I, you should not try
The closest you could come to my style maybe is clonin'
(Son, I'm already knowin')
In the crooked letter I, you should not try
(I rock for all my niggaz)

Big up to denaun, good lookin' on the track, nigga
You all thumbs, I probably murder you with your gun
Shit, every man fights to stay alive
Meth Tical, Streetlife, Killa Bee, why?
Shit, every man fights to stay alive
But when you see Vivica, tell her she a fox
Homicide housing, loose linx
Harder than a dick on viagra gettin' a lap dance
Stat' land, crooked letter is I, we back man

Maintain your composure, or party over
Talkin' to a bird on the bat phone
In the crooked letter I, you should not try
I don't know, I'd be zonin' sometime, must be the weed
Street, Meth, we ride like AC and OJ
Homicide housing
You straight chicken broth, we holes in your terrycloth
In the crooked letter I, it's do or die
Don't know what it be, to make y'all follow my lead
Small timers, get left for dead in the hallways
Let me proceed
(I'm warnin' you now!)

I'm that OG, you're not in my league
I rock for all my niggaz

Never that, y'all don't come out 'til the coast is clear
Stingy with my doe, even stingier with dojia'
That's shit
Shit, every man fights to stay alive
The Omen

Cut they jeans mad young
Zonin', out the area, roamin'

In the crooked letter I, it's do or die
In the crooked letter I, you should not try
Sick eyes, size 7
Warn all your dogs
Meth Tical, Streetlife, Killa Bee, why?
(Show you how to flow again)
In the crooked letter I, it's do or die
When I start lettin' off
Holla for a dollar, yea, and y'all ain't gotta go home
That's why I hurt to be here, okay, let me see here
In the crooked letter I, it's do or die
Meth Tical, Streetlife, Killa Bee, why?
Who stay 'Lo' like Jennifer, won't see me a lot
If rap wasn't rap no more, what would it be?
Some think this industry is just all rhyme and G
'Cuz we'll try any fuckin' thing
Shit, every man fights to stay alive
Or make this pretty thing on her knees swallow my seed
For stank bitches, who get it twisted like yoga