[Chorus: Crooked I] Money from the traphouse, beef pull the macs out Stuntin pull the 'llacs out, in case you cats doubt (Yeahhhhh) I'm doin everythang I rap about {*blam*} (Yeahhhhh) And that's on everythang Standin on the club couch, on the corner thugged out Bitches pull they tongues out, we pull them ones out (Yeahhhhh) I'm doin everythang I rap about {*blam*} (Yeahhhhh) And that's on everythang
[Crooked I] Every time I rap I leak a joint on the internet First thing the fans say, "Did Crooked I kill it yet?" Firin squad, blindfold and cigarette Smoke a instrumental, then I'ma chew a Nicorette Hard bars in effect Rappers livin in my shadow, I should charge y'all rent for my silhouette I'm the illest, I ain't met no one iller yet Workaholic, I ain't even met my pillow yet You in your prime when you rhyme, where you at? Maybe it's time for your label to sign a new act The average person'll blink 17,000 times a day I spit a rhyme every time you do that Add R-E-M to that, and you got Crooked I You don't want none of that, you know where my gun is at If bullets rang to your brain man it's just a fact Unless your name Boomerang you ain't comin back
[Chorus: Crooked I] Money from the traphouse, beef pull the macs out Stuntin pull the 'llacs out, in case you cats doubt (Yeahhhhh) I'm doin everythang I rap about {*blam*} (Yeahhhhh) And that's on everythang Standin on the club couch, on the corner thugged out Bitches pull they tongues out when we pull them ones out (Yeahhhhh) I'm doin everythang I rap about {*blam*} (Yeahhhhh) And that's on everythang, yeah
[Crooked I] This industry is full of way too many lames They know who they are, ain't gotta say too many names It's like they on a pitcher's mound shootin from downtown on 4th down They playin way too many games But I don't play though, G's molded me like some Play-Doh And still I'm philosophical as Plato I ain't hatin on you other artist's music Try to dumb down, guess I'm too smart to do it Maybe I'll go somewhere and think of a dance That'll be the same day I rock a crease in my pants Rather tell a bank teller "Better meet my demands Put the cash in my palms or have a beast on your hands" I'm the type of dude who'll put you in an ambulance If it's beef I'm shootin at QD3's cameraman Go 'head, stick your chest out famalam This ain't a mammogram - hold up
[Chorus: Crooked I] I get money from the traphouse, beef pull the macs out Stunt pull the 'llacs out, in case you cats doubt (Yeahhhhh) I'm doin everythang I rap about {*blam*} (Yeahhhhh) And that's on everythang, hold up Standin on the club couch, on the corner thugged out Bitches stick they tongue out, I pull them ones out (Yeahhhhh) I'm doin everythang I rap about {*blam*} (Yeahhhhh) And that's on everythang, hold up
[Crooked I] When I'm spittin I hope you're findin the art When I'm rhymin I'm minin for diamonds, I shine in the dark I'm a neurologist slash cardiologist, I'ma touch your mind and your heart I feel like I'm designin a art Bullshit is floodin this rap world We +Lost+ like that +Black Girl+ in Nas' song All eyes on me, you claim to be liver you got some nerve You ain't a tighter beat writer, you not superb This Eastsider reach higher Fresh out the deep fryer so you know that each line is too hot to serve You rock with herbs Retire, leave while ya got ya pride, peace bye, do not disturb Who got the urge, to be nicer when I'm speakin? I'm tryin to remind ya of 2Pac with words Word, this is Makaveli's retaliation Bring the +Blues+ to your +House+, quicker than Live Nation
[Chorus: Crooked I] Still in the traphouse, beef pull the macs out Stunt pull the 'llacs out, in case you cats doubt (Yeahhhhh) I'm doin everythang I rap about {*blam*} (Yeahhhhh) And that's on everythang Yo I'm standin on the club couch, on the corner thugged out Bitches pull they tongues out, I pull them ones out (Yeahhhhh) I'm doin everythang I rap about {*blam*} (Yeahhhhh) And that's on everythang, blaow!
[Outro] Hip-Hop, won't die Haha, C.O.B.! Okay BYE... Yeah~!
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[Chorus: Crooked I] Money from the traphouse, beef pull the macs out Stuntin pull the 'llacs out, in case you cats doubt (Yeahhhhh) I'm doin everythang I rap about {*blam*} (Yeahhhhh) And that's on everythang Standin on the club couch, on the corner thugged out Bitches pull they tongues out, we pull them ones out (Yeahhhhh) I'm doin everythang I rap about {*blam*} (Yeahhhhh) And that's on everythang
[Crooked I] Every time I rap I leak a joint on the internet First thing the fans say, "Did Crooked I kill it yet?" Firin squad, blindfold and cigarette Smoke a instrumental, then I'ma chew a Nicorette Hard bars in effect Rappers livin in my shadow, I should charge y'all rent for my silhouette I'm the illest, I ain't met no one iller yet Workaholic, I ain't even met my pillow yet You in your prime when you rhyme, where you at? Maybe it's time for your label to sign a new act The average person'll blink 17,000 times a day I spit a rhyme every time you do that Add R-E-M to that, and you got Crooked I You don't want none of that, you know where my gun is at If bullets rang to your brain man it's just a fact Unless your name Boomerang you ain't comin back
[Chorus: Crooked I] Money from the traphouse, beef pull the macs out Stuntin pull the 'llacs out, in case you cats doubt (Yeahhhhh) I'm doin everythang I rap about {*blam*} (Yeahhhhh) And that's on everythang Standin on the club couch, on the corner thugged out Bitches pull they tongues out when we pull them ones out (Yeahhhhh) I'm doin everythang I rap about {*blam*} (Yeahhhhh) And that's on everythang, yeah
[Crooked I] This industry is full of way too many lames They know who they are, ain't gotta say too many names It's like they on a pitcher's mound shootin from downtown on 4th down They playin way too many games But I don't play though, G's molded me like some Play-Doh And still I'm philosophical as Plato I ain't hatin on you other artist's music Try to dumb down, guess I'm too smart to do it Maybe I'll go somewhere and think of a dance That'll be the same day I rock a crease in my pants Rather tell a bank teller "Better meet my demands Put the cash in my palms or have a beast on your hands" I'm the type of dude who'll put you in an ambulance If it's beef I'm shootin at QD3's cameraman Go 'head, stick your chest out famalam This ain't a mammogram - hold up
[Chorus: Crooked I] I get money from the traphouse, beef pull the macs out Stunt pull the 'llacs out, in case you cats doubt (Yeahhhhh) I'm doin everythang I rap about {*blam*} (Yeahhhhh) And that's on everythang, hold up Standin on the club couch, on the corner thugged out Bitches stick they tongue out, I pull them ones out (Yeahhhhh) I'm doin everythang I rap about {*blam*} (Yeahhhhh) And that's on everythang, hold up
[Crooked I] When I'm spittin I hope you're findin the art When I'm rhymin I'm minin for diamonds, I shine in the dark I'm a neurologist slash cardiologist, I'ma touch your mind and your heart I feel like I'm designin a art Bullshit is floodin this rap world We +Lost+ like that +Black Girl+ in Nas' song All eyes on me, you claim to be liver you got some nerve You ain't a tighter beat writer, you not superb This Eastsider reach higher Fresh out the deep fryer so you know that each line is too hot to serve You rock with herbs Retire, leave while ya got ya pride, peace bye, do not disturb Who got the urge, to be nicer when I'm speakin? I'm tryin to remind ya of 2Pac with words Word, this is Makaveli's retaliation Bring the +Blues+ to your +House+, quicker than Live Nation
[Chorus: Crooked I] Still in the traphouse, beef pull the macs out Stunt pull the 'llacs out, in case you cats doubt (Yeahhhhh) I'm doin everythang I rap about {*blam*} (Yeahhhhh) And that's on everythang Yo I'm standin on the club couch, on the corner thugged out Bitches pull they tongues out, I pull them ones out (Yeahhhhh) I'm doin everythang I rap about {*blam*} (Yeahhhhh) And that's on everythang, blaow!
[Outro] Hip-Hop, won't die Haha, C.O.B.! Okay BYE... Yeah~!
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