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Today Is The Day Crooked

I Could never be crooked Bastards Fuck the law I can't live with myself I can't look at myself I can't look in the eye

I Could never be crooked Bastards Fuck the law I can't live with myself I can't look at myself I can't look in the eye

the rappin is done Change the clip, I send rappers back where they from I'm tired of bein a fuckin day late and a dollar short Changin fast, the game I ask is

's trouble on my mind, I'm with the old timers And fuck five-oh, blaow blaow. Dear mama, they sentenced me to death Today's my final day, I'm countin

here I'd like all of you to meet This is little Jonathan, Jonathan Say hello to the lovely people" "Hello", "Jonathan has problems, twisted neck Tangled legs, crooked

almost every day Cardiac is cool, but I'm on gin Santa bought me, a new mac-10 Yeah, click shit makes a motherfucker's night Niggaz listen to it 'cuz it's light Crooked

animal Can't sleep, instead of countin' sheep, niggaz countin' cannibals And that's how it is in the pen Turn old and cold, and your soul is your best

to pump your brakes and drive slow, homie My homie Mali used to stay, 79th and May One of my best friends from back in the day Down the street from Calumet

all day man. Its not a game Stunna, whats really good wit 'em we ain't neva let 'em take our food away Fresh you nasty on this on dawg. Ugh This one, this is