my names noah ever since i came nigga the games over shoot up the range rover I blow some of your brain on one of your dang shoulders deranged when I
By givin stitches, the life as a ghetto star When I grow up I wanna be like dem (and live my life as a ghetto star) When I grow up I wanna be like dem
home They steal 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 blow
talking bout the recession it's depressin I rock ith obama but I'm not a politician And I chill with the thugs and the gangsters thoo I ain't a blood but I
we all crooks alike I changed the game when I took the mic In Freestyle what it took for you to write, good night! [Chorus:] I am here now, say what you want I know I
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 back girls
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
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, Tell
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
time I can start splurging The twin cigs open chests like a heart surgeon And I'm buttoned up, I'm just a blue collar crook But I keep a stack thick as
you can never bring me down, Cause I'm already there right now. I-I'm a loser. I-I'm a loser. But I'm a turn this 'round upside down. So you can never
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
; if I could do it all again, I'd probably bust your chin [repeat 2X:] first time "ah"; second time "once I leave the pen" I'm from a land of black bats
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
