- Crooked I Drum Murder 歌詞
- Crooked I
- JULIUS LUCIANO: Chea Chea Chea Chea, Give us something we can murder. yeah, yeah, uh, uh, uh, come on, uh, yeah
DEMETRIUS CAPONE: Let the life lesson begin/ recite reverend write better within/ be a muthafucka just like ???/ live by the sin commandments standin at ten/ lifes better, when you invite predators in/ you should purposely misinterpret the second amendment and buy a vest, cause i dont mean biceps when i mention Im bearing arms, (damn) its 9/11 again/ that means Im flyer than death fly terrorists then/ sexin ya ex and her bisexual twin/ hittin it from the back, while Im texting her friend/ I spit this shit live, I exit the pen/ Im A landmine niggas die steppin to him/ come through with the drama/ I dont mean a menage a trois when I say fuck you and ya momma/ Ima deadbeat dad I son bastards/ ever rhyme in my head is a un-wrapped fist!
JULIUS LUCIANO: Im a writer, with Mark Twains acclaim/ start ravin angry I bite cha, with sharp fangsll drain ya veins/ Im flyer, the art angel came/ to save the dark ages like arcades the game we changed/ the U-Gang start murderin drums, the four of us connect to the beat like heart chambers mane/ I got shooting guards game I aim/ this king, flash heat Im Lebron James & Wade/ listen now you can call it boastin/ but Im a superstar, got you in awe you and all ya folks look close Im exutin all this dopeness/ when I flow Im removin all emotions/ but anger, I cant explain, Newtons Law of Motion/ but when the tool gets drawn youll be all the most to pause/ I dont like you rappers snob attitude/ I knock you out the high class like you dropped out of school!
KENNY SIEGEL: Yall aint got bars like service-less phones, yeah you think you can buss/ no lie, I got more lines than singular does/ dont get it twisted like phone cords tangle it up/ Im off the hook nigga and Im far from hangin it up/ they shake like cellys on vibrate when shits ringin cause Ill hit you from long distance when banging a snub/ dont question my excellence/ me wrecking it is definite/ ya life will stop when death ends it/ by the 38 specialist/ death to whoever think they wreckin it better/ Im hot as being left in the desert/ while dressed in some leather/ but cold enough to change the temp I can mess with the weather/ have you questionin whether/ my jab may be messin with weathers/ my pen bleed black poison on ink pads/ the shit Im on is dope I need rehab/ no bullet can match how fast I throw each jab/ Ill hang you by ya ankles and use ya face as my speed bag!
ANDREW 'DICE' DINERO: My niggas listen to this verse and see why Im on some rockin shit/ I wont stop grindin till my bills on some Cosby shit/ I wish you would try to rob me for my rocky wrist/ i swing on niggas over ice on some hockey shit / I come out to play when the days finished/ see the gage in the vage mentioned of a crazed menace/ you rainin missed shots raced throughthe rain drippin/ I move you into a ditch you become a grave tenant/ my medallion is dressed and ???/ hangin and danglin from the rocks surroundin my neck/ Im a beast on my King Kong shit poundin my chest/ constantly bussin just cause I love the sound of a tech/ listen, got a problem come try me come test if you wan its whatever/ point cha barretta my knife is still under ya sweater/ you think you sick we, will put you six feet where the wind dont blow now you really under the weather!
CROOKED I: Now you really under the weather/ you shouldve brung an umbrella/ whats the meaning of hand-gun, hand a gun to a fella/ Im hiemlick the trigga you die chokin / my gun got a hole in its lung it wont stop smokin/ ya son got a hole in his lung it was shot open/ bloody red bum when we come get cha block its the block slogan/ get cha spot broke-in/ get cha pockets ripped off, niggas gwap stolen/ before cops strollin/ I dip off nigga I go in/ matcho men/ watch yo chin/ oxygen/ is leavin ya body collapsin ya through/ gats finn a spew/ caps into dudes/ cats introduced/ to hell I relax in ya room/ chill up under ya bed before I pump led through the mattress in you/ yeah Im peelin niggas for feelin they want war/ high off every pill in the drug store/ willin to kick in ya front door/ now Im stickin my dick in ya young whore/ while she screamin and kicking I want more/ Im sick, the reason is unknown/ whats wrong/ with loading up my gun when a love song/ com! es on/ and shit, this is what separates us from a bunch of regular rappers gettin back to the front runners, C.O.B.s my religion Im not atheist/ iced out nazelliest/ god son, in the COB Im a patriot/ just like Tom Brady is/ keep a giant colt, stay on my Eli & Peyton biz/ colt 45, now who wanna joke/ Ill give a nigga a hundred punches and cut his throat/ ya favorite rappers a bitch I say it un-provoked/ Ill shoot a star like the rifle came with a hunter scope/ if you dont know who we are then you dont wanna know/ ya pistol is pointed at me but you dont want it though!
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