51! Hip Hop Weekly, Crooked I, Circle of Bosses I gotta make sure I get all my announcements together for this one Let's go! Yeah... Make sure you go out and cop that Jim Gittum project called The Vision That's my godbrother, you know what I mean? Spiritual Hip Hop, you feel me? Make sure (What?) You look out for that Horseshoe G.A.N.G. mixtape coming soon Gangsta MC, yeah! This mixtape will allow you to see The dynamics of the Horseshoe G.A.N.G., man Y'all don't even know what they working with yet Y'all don't even know Shouts out to every, everybody fucking with me On this series Yo why I gotta be modest on the beats When I'm the hottest on the beats To be honest you should pay homage I'm a beast Crooked is a prophet in the sheets Nostradamus in his sleep And I conjure the sleek comments that you seek Dominic's ominous with the speech Like a communist when he speaks Put Romulus in his seat The drama is in his teeth Meaning he eats the beef When the llamas is in his reach I promise I'm in the streets I'm prominent in the beats Long Beach, East Side representers Fly as angel wings, so it's like heaven sent us Some avengers, you square pretenders bare witness To the hitlist 'cause heavy weapons got 187 on their agendas This is how us criminals ride I talk reckless like I'm John McCain's spiritual guide I talk greasy like Barak Obama's preacher But on the lyrical side So greasy it's like my lyrics are fried Who's above the young sire, none's higher, dumb squire I run wires, slugs fire, strike you out like an empire Run till your lungs tire I was dumping them guns prior To you die and squeeze iron when the need becomes dire Why are - you biting homey do not clone I'm the only living heir to 2Pac's throne Who the fuck else could walk around with 2 glocks on Creative enough to write Aerosmith a new rock song (Haha!) Who else got them skills most notable in his flow Wrote 51 Hip Hop quotables in a row Yo I'm a raging bull Rappers these days couldn't keep up with Ra when he dropped Paid In Full Or when Nas dropped Illmatic And Jay Reasonable Doubt You wouldn't even have a reason to be out Go listen to Kool G Rap, Ice Cube and them KRS Songs If you would've dropped back then, you would've been slept on Uh-uh, 'scuse me You would've been stepped on Snapping your neckbone Crooked rock with the best known On top of all that, I'm every gun clappers favorite In this dirty game my name's so clean I never have to bathe it Never drop my handcock on any affidavit Can't no pussy walk and say I had to captain save it Nah, none of you niggas could come off harder Hydrogen flow, my motormouth run off water I'm the jumpoff starter I cut off thugs, let my gun off smarter 'Cause you can't lift prints off gloves... Hear me? Street lessons I could teach you wussies I named my pistol Rosie O'Donell 'cause it'll eat you pussies, yeah Y'all know what we doing man It's number 51! 51 Weeks Of me killing beats, 'namean? Hip Hop Weekly C.O.B. East Side, LBC Shout out to my dude Big C-Style We coming Long beach is back 'Cause I brought it back Haha, yeah dude Look out for my new mixtape coming soon The Block Obama Yeah, you heard me The Block Obama We goin' on a campaign I'm about to be the commander in chief of the West Coast, holla And I'm campaigning against Hillary Pimpin' Hahahahahaha Aaah, C.O.B. till it's over, nigga Hip Hop Weekly, I love y'all, peace
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Copy to Clipboard: 51! Hip Hop Weekly, Crooked I, Circle of Bosses I gotta make sure I get all my announcements together for this one Let's go! Yeah... Make sure you go out and cop that Jim Gittum project called The Vision That's my godbrother, you know what I mean? Spiritual Hip Hop, you feel me? Make sure (What?) You look out for that Horseshoe G.A.N.G. mixtape coming soon Gangsta MC, yeah! This mixtape will allow you to see The dynamics of the Horseshoe G.A.N.G., man Y'all don't even know what they working with yet Y'all don't even know Shouts out to every, everybody fucking with me On this series Yo why I gotta be modest on the beats When I'm the hottest on the beats To be honest you should pay homage I'm a beast Crooked is a prophet in the sheets Nostradamus in his sleep And I conjure the sleek comments that you seek Dominic's ominous with the speech Like a communist when he speaks Put Romulus in his seat The drama is in his teeth Meaning he eats the beef When the llamas is in his reach I promise I'm in the streets I'm prominent in the beats Long Beach, East Side representers Fly as angel wings, so it's like heaven sent us Some avengers, you square pretenders bare witness To the hitlist 'cause heavy weapons got 187 on their agendas This is how us criminals ride I talk reckless like I'm John McCain's spiritual guide I talk greasy like Barak Obama's preacher But on the lyrical side So greasy it's like my lyrics are fried Who's above the young sire, none's higher, dumb squire I run wires, slugs fire, strike you out like an empire Run till your lungs tire I was dumping them guns prior To you die and squeeze iron when the need becomes dire Why are - you biting homey do not clone I'm the only living heir to 2Pac's throne Who the fuck else could walk around with 2 glocks on Creative enough to write Aerosmith a new rock song (Haha!) Who else got them skills most notable in his flow Wrote 51 Hip Hop quotables in a row Yo I'm a raging bull Rappers these days couldn't keep up with Ra when he dropped Paid In Full Or when Nas dropped Illmatic And Jay Reasonable Doubt You wouldn't even have a reason to be out Go listen to Kool G Rap, Ice Cube and them KRS Songs If you would've dropped back then, you would've been slept on Uh-uh, 'scuse me You would've been stepped on Snapping your neckbone Crooked rock with the best known On top of all that, I'm every gun clappers favorite In this dirty game my name's so clean I never have to bathe it Never drop my handcock on any affidavit Can't no pussy walk and say I had to captain save it Nah, none of you niggas could come off harder Hydrogen flow, my motormouth run off water I'm the jumpoff starter I cut off thugs, let my gun off smarter 'Cause you can't lift prints off gloves... Hear me? Street lessons I could teach you wussies I named my pistol Rosie O'Donell 'cause it'll eat you pussies, yeah Y'all know what we doing man It's number 51! 51 Weeks Of me killing beats, 'namean? Hip Hop Weekly C.O.B. East Side, LBC Shout out to my dude Big C-Style We coming Long beach is back 'Cause I brought it back Haha, yeah dude Look out for my new mixtape coming soon The Block Obama Yeah, you heard me The Block Obama We goin' on a campaign I'm about to be the commander in chief of the West Coast, holla And I'm campaigning against Hillary Pimpin' Hahahahahaha Aaah, C.O.B. till it's over, nigga Hip Hop Weekly, I love y'all, peace
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