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Crooked I Uh Oh

oh uh-oh It's the C-R double uh-O uh-O K-E-D Rockin the whole sha-oh uh-oh Uh-oh, uh-oh, uh-oh, uh-oh The prolific writer inside of this pacific sider

fo' sho' Uh oh (uh oh), now you bout to have his baby? (dayamn) Another wild-a*s ni**a that's gon' drive you crazy You got too much, mo', livin to do - I

uh Clinton, locked down Rikers Island, all them dudes I was uh locked up with E block, F block L I H N I C in Rikers Island Downstate All the peoples

niggaz put prices on my head Now I got two Rottwillers by me bed, I feed em lead Now I'm released, how will I live? Will God forgive me for all the dirt

I don't know what ya seen, And I don't know where ya been But I know deep down South, ya keep your G-U-N [EightBall] I don't know what you've done, And

thangs I can do that ass (Yaaaaay) 'Cause I'm rollin Before I hit you from the back, I need a trojan Uh she rollin, uh I'm rollin Before I hit you from

, I'd have nothin to chew [Royce] Yo.. [both] I'm just fuckin with you, cause I got nothin to do [Eminem] I am bored!!!!! I came in the diner with skateboarders

I'm stuck lookin' for the lost soul Niggas stucked at the crossroad Thugging wid my people and I seen so much evil In the midst I hear you, but I fear no evil Crooked

well die together I'm high as ever, more hoes and more cheddar (yeah) G-Unit move around with them pounds and berretas (uh) Yeah faggot, if I want it I