[Royce Da 5'9"]
(Ohh!) Yeah (let's go!)
I said once upon a time in a city that's mine
There was a nigga named Nickel that spit like Big in his prime
He got a 52 box, original tick in the mind
Listening to Pac and them drop with a prestigious design
My niggas is dons, my bitches is dimes
I came up behind Eminem in '99 and I took the baton
I been running shit ever since then, slaughtered MC's
Sit and watching my green grow, like I'm watering seeds
The problem with me is I'm the heart of the streets
Niggas calling for peace, they can't even call the police
If I ain't better than you I'm harder to beat
Probably cause I live by the art of for-keeps
I get indicted after my product's released
We a different form, a different centrifugal force
Every line is like gripping on a stick shift in a Porsche
My niggas asked for direction to go on this track
I said FUCK a direction, spaz out! Get 'em up HIGH
[Female] Crooked
[Crooked I]
And for them wack songs that you made
I want you to throw your pin, but hold the grenade
Explode to your grave - and go straight to hell
When your soul is enflamed for the road that you paved
The role that you played, in fucking up hip-hop
You owe so you paid, the fo'-fo' close to your brain
Closer than the close shave of a low fucking fade
Don't fuck with me, don't fuck with J-O-E
With Nickel we gon' make more cheese
Heavy hitter, call me Joell David Ortiz (what up!)
I point a burner at the plaque on your teeth
On some leftover shit, it's a wrap on the beef
I'm one in a mil', comin' to kill
It's like you won an appeal, my gun put your back on the streets
Spine on the concrete looking at the sun
Eyelids heavy, "Why did Crooked have to come?
He was full of 'gnac and rum, like a bully acting dumb"
Fully-automatic umm, that's Crooked having fun
Listen, don't make a nigga find your dame
And make the dime give me brains 'til my mind is drained
Listen, don't make me grab a 9 and aim
And how your dime did me, do yo' mind the same
But different, the West Coast king Crooked I
I'm a kamikaze pilot, I stay fly 'til I die, get 'em up HIGH
(Ohh!) Yeah (let's go!)
I said once upon a time in a city that's mine
There was a nigga named Nickel that spit like Big in his prime
He got a 52 box, original tick in the mind
Listening to Pac and them drop with a prestigious design
My niggas is dons, my bitches is dimes
I came up behind Eminem in '99 and I took the baton
I been running shit ever since then, slaughtered MC's
Sit and watching my green grow, like I'm watering seeds
The problem with me is I'm the heart of the streets
Niggas calling for peace, they can't even call the police
If I ain't better than you I'm harder to beat
Probably cause I live by the art of for-keeps
I get indicted after my product's released
We a different form, a different centrifugal force
Every line is like gripping on a stick shift in a Porsche
My niggas asked for direction to go on this track
I said FUCK a direction, spaz out! Get 'em up HIGH
[Female] Crooked
[Crooked I]
And for them wack songs that you made
I want you to throw your pin, but hold the grenade
Explode to your grave - and go straight to hell
When your soul is enflamed for the road that you paved
The role that you played, in fucking up hip-hop
You owe so you paid, the fo'-fo' close to your brain
Closer than the close shave of a low fucking fade
Don't fuck with me, don't fuck with J-O-E
With Nickel we gon' make more cheese
Heavy hitter, call me Joell David Ortiz (what up!)
I point a burner at the plaque on your teeth
On some leftover shit, it's a wrap on the beef
I'm one in a mil', comin' to kill
It's like you won an appeal, my gun put your back on the streets
Spine on the concrete looking at the sun
Eyelids heavy, "Why did Crooked have to come?
He was full of 'gnac and rum, like a bully acting dumb"
Fully-automatic umm, that's Crooked having fun
Listen, don't make a nigga find your dame
And make the dime give me brains 'til my mind is drained
Listen, don't make me grab a 9 and aim
And how your dime did me, do yo' mind the same
But different, the West Coast king Crooked I
I'm a kamikaze pilot, I stay fly 'til I die, get 'em up HIGH
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