Damn The More I Tilt This Bottle Of Hennesy The More I Dont See The Chains I Dont See The Diamonds Sometimes I Wish I Was Locked Up Again When I Had No
i know the hot spots she love gangster niggas, true g's dat call shots i made major moves wen all dem suckers failed i keep her stress free low key protected
say, I'm in, I'm in, I'm into what you say (let's work) Tell me what you say, I'm into what you say, I'm in, I'm in, I'm into what you say (let's work
try to talk this game Just do yo thang And peep this nig-latin that I brang Verse II: To have a silver spoon you have it all good A section is a small hood
that he's black and his shirt's white I have no regards for authority all I know is that I'm gettin money and have more to feed When they start with that
em no! You may think I'm crazy never knew this type of love before I'm love with my foreign, yes I'm married to my dough.... I"m in love with my money
I'm a hot man I'm telling you straight up, I got my weight up I'm calling my wrists Roxanne Cause if I wore it in a dark room You and your man would hate
I kill Disrespect with an indirect and you will see if I'm real [Crooked I] Fuck you blood-suckin parasites I'm bringin the terror right in front of
to women, ya man Aarons good I done been inside-a more woman than planned parent hood (chaa) I got more bottles, than new born babys, for youporn ladies I
on your side. (Crooked I) [overlapping the last line of the chorus] Hey speakin' a rhyme or two That's what the hell I do You player hatin' Crooked I
so I gotta cut you loose I looked in my book of rhymes, took the sign I swear I heard a few of my nigga Crooked lines [Crooked I:] I got these A&R's
car I'm not a star I'm a nigga that'll issue the star I'm that nigga wit his hammer on him, at the bar Sheek a straight up crook who got you shook A'yo
from home But still this pain and may not know it I'm a boy and I gotta show it I hear them cries from the babies I wish they had a chance don't wanna
car I'm not a star, I'm a nigga that'll issue the scar I'm that nigga wit his hammer on him at the bar Sheek a straight up crook who got you shook A'
you talkin' about What all that gawkin' about, or you just runnin' your mouth I'm off the banks of that M-I-crooked letter-crooked letter-I The hump
the beat like all the rest So rough hanging tough in the wild wild west With his gansta waves and gangsta hoods He made friends with dealers and crooks
Mane that's just some petty shit [Lord Infamous] I'm into blood baths, I don't, fine I'll punch ya I'ma hit yo ass wit the fuckin rocket launcher