Let Me Get It Crooked I (Ft. Tech N9ne)

[Intro: Crooked I + sample]
Predator shit—predator!
("You don't have the guts to be what you wanna be?
You need people like me.")

[Verse 1: Crooked I]
Let me get it
They let a Cali boy in Slaughterhouse, it's a wrap
38 specialist, rounds in the strap
Tryna get off the last ounce in the trap
My OG's in the 'Lac, bouncing to Zapp
That's our lifestyle, stunt hard, gun large
Picking 'em up not giving a fuck about a gun charge
Zipping 'em up in a body bag, fuck niggas mad
Welcome to our house, dead rappers in the front yard
I ain't Steve Nash, nobody get a pass
I found the nigga that made a top 50 hot MC list
And my Glock committed sodomy and shot him in the ass
Standing over his body I probably shoulda asked
Why the greatest rappers gotta be somebody from the past
Compared to Slaughterhouse, a lot of niggas trash
Following a fad, what would I do if they follow the Slaughter
They prolly swallow this hollow and a mag
Tongue full of dung, it's shit talking
Niggas want me dead, fuck it I'm still walking
Enemies in the club, fuck it I'm still parking the coupe
First put the roof on a milk carton
Walked in, they hand me the mic
Told baby girl it gotta be tonight
My bed or your bed?
Yeah I'm thinking with both heads
You know, great minds think alike