it ain't about the money Puff I just don't care Im that goodfella fly guy Sometimes wiseguy SPEND TIME IN H-A-W-A-I-I Mase could you please stop smokin
a villian Crook I'm about to make a killin' So weed to escalate the feelin' I regulate the dealin' jealous niggas hate the feelin' I stack my safe appealin' jake on my trace I
money See I ain't laughing when it look funny Or at them funny niggas that took from me That's why the crook of the crooks honey, I'm hungry Trying
GET! (ON YOUR FEET!), UP! (OUT YOUR SEAT!) GET! (ON YOUR FEET!), UP! (OUT YOUR SEAT!) From our west coast instructor - Crooked I (Crooked I ...) [Verse 2 - Crooked I
all know how it's goin' down. (I ain't fucking wit ya) We hustlas for life, baby. Hustlas for life. (If they ain't with No Limit...) I might not get
Its a crooked system but gin straight take the pain away i charge the game And put my problems on layaway A black man but i feel so blue So i smoke
[Intro] Day dreaming and I'm thinking of you (x4) Look at my mind Floating away [Cam'Ron] I know f**kin' with a crook is whack I lied cheated still
drop the bomb I'm tha westcoast don Big fish in a small pond Now tha feds wanna throw the book at the crook But I shook they worm and they hook Guppies
leave sockin Keep dem 9 mill's rockin No place is this place I dwell, cross every states House Compton cell mates Tossed souls get torn 1-5-9, I represents us the day I
the earth and singing truth in rhyme. [DMX] Come on! If I was a rolling stone, I'd roll until I flew. [DMX] Come on! And if I was a garden I would bloom
it When the coffin top drop the box lock shut Toss 'em in the back of the hearse And I wish I could watch the cop's crooked body rott And thugs will
I'm steady runnin, tryina get away From that snake in the grass, I ain't escapin too fast I got a whole lotta playa haters, hatin my shine I don't know
Every time I make a decision you run away from me Tip Toeing through every part of this relationship See, I'm really up hard about the way that I feel
I don't know If I should stunt for these hos again, cause I did that already Now here we go [Lloyd Banks - Verse 2] (Lloyd Banks) I don't give a fuck
I silver surf the city circuits forever lurkin' on the street surface I spit blood for blood verses Grands man divided, we still stand, conquer land One
ass (*laughing*) [Verse 1 - Swifty McVay] I'm about to get rid of some hoes, it's simple I'm quick to Murder Inc. with lead and I ain't talkin about
but I'll kill you [Frayser Boy] A crooked as a barrell of snakes Fuck with the real not fake I represent the Bay - so ain't no need ta hate I'm counting
cut-- then I bust they verse to quince(? ) my fears [sticky fingaz] I've had mad money, but I spend it, now I'm broke So I'm searching for somebody