off in ? and wouldn't give a damn They respondin' with shots fire I'm the trigger man I run, I'm ditchin' out fools They never ? Penitentiary time and Crooked I
van I knock you off in ? and wouldn't give a damn They respondin' with shots fire I'm the trigger man I run, I'm ditchin' out fools They never ? Penitentiary time and Crooked I
Übersetzung: Crooked I. Run.
slangin' Cuz the shit that I'm bringin' leave a busta brains hangin' Cuz I ain't half steppin', when I come for the chop I clock, meal, and rob, Black Connection is the mob That I
me I'ma draw and hit first, I cant let no nigga split me Had my momma upset Nigga, leave my ho pussy wet I'm goin out with a fight, my chopper bullets eject I
man, I hope he forgive Thirty shells I let off don't curse my kid They say Fifty done blew up, Fifty you changed Nigga you stunt, I pull out And you see I
your so scandalous But I know I can handle it Baby your so bad (Crooked I) Baby you so bad it hurts my heart Good job god shes a work of art I observe
this crooked world has come to I grew up on the other side of perfect, a life of hurtin' Man I still hustle, so I'm dyin certain So I spent your time
no need for me speakin' with you I know you got a gun but i'm hopin' you keep it with you Cuz unfortunately, i'm one of them rappers that keep a pistol
But until then I gotta do what I do and stay a crooked nigga too (Chorus) It's all up to you But until then I gotta do what I do and stay a crooked nigga
then, I gotta do what I do and stay a crooked nigga too [Chorus: Raphael Saadiq] I've got to do, what I'm gon' do I'm gon' say what I'm gon' say I'm
his knees before I grave em Ride em, look behind him, I see him, he slipped At a stop light in a growin night, this motherfucken trick Slide over so I
investigation, and even though I'm marked for death, I'ma spark til I lose my breath Motherfuckers, every time I see the paper I see my picture, when
these jealous motherfuckers kill me I'm out the gutter, pick a hero I'm 165 and staying high til I die, my competion's zero Cause I could give a fuck
I go, I see the same hoe [2Pac] I make a promise if yah go with me, just let me know I'll have you hollerin my name out before I leave Nobody loves
teachers couldn't reach me I run in the streets and puffin weed wit my peeps I'm duckin the cop, I hit the weed as I'm clutchin my glock Niggaz is hot
