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Hip hop yo
I heard you got beef up by the police
Got a big fat lawsuit and everything
Niggas just wanna know if you still gon' be
On some crooked ass nigga shit

Please tell me what's a nigga to do, and it's true
Ain't nothing new so I do what I do to get new
The first thing I be strappin', now pissed
I roll an AK47 like I know my hit, so I don't trip
What motherfucker from nine to grab
And big stacks, fucking niggas if they fuck around
Hey yo, why y'all got beef with police?
Ain't gotta bitch, the motherfucker's got a beef with me

They make enough for me to sleep
I wake up at the slightest peek, and my seats are three feet deep
I guess it's something for you to see
But now I'm pointing the finger at police instead of motherfuckers blaming me
I got the right to bear a pistol
And when the punk motherfuckers get to tripping, I got shit too
And maybe then you'll see the truth
But it's too late, I gotta do what I do
And stay a crooked nigga too

I'm a crooked nigga too

You know you really can't say that's a brain, nigga
'Cause what we attain, celebrate, got my hand triggered
2Pac just walk a revolution, to the constitution
I won awards for rasta-tution
This time you gotta pick a problem
Time to pick the niggas, self-essential, how they Brooklyn and Harlem
Always shooting at each other
The motherfucker brother, so take two, run for cover
Another bitch is from the clan

Come feel the wrath of a black man, that debt is soul crackin'
I done drink, sayin' "Ay"
Tell you we draft ganja-ganja, and we fuckin' take none
They know they scared to see us sober
'Cause he's out drinking King Cobra, and he can take the world sober
It's all up to you, blame the career, blame the Jew
Fuck that, I'll be a crooked nigga too

Crooked nigga too

They say I'm crooked nigga too

All you niggas out there
Take you guns that you're using to shoot at each other
And start shooting these bitch ass motherfucking police
That'll impress a motherfucking nigga like me
Crooked motherfuckers
'Cause these police getting way too motherfucking out of line

Hey yo
Why me, play like that's my guy, try me
I'll be damned if I die, come look at the weight in my eyes, see
They got my homies in a jet set
And it's the rebel and the devil and one of them is going to hell
I got the whole place covered
With no doubt brothers, ain't nothin' but love for each other
So motherfucker make emotion
I give a fuck, slice you up, and throw your ass in the ocean

Tit for tit's shot
See it's cool to shoot a nigga but they hate it when we pop the cops
When they gettin' petrol
You better watch your step or you'll be left untapped, thrown
But I learned to look ahead of me
Stay strong, watch your back, keep your eyes on the enemy
We blowin' up three sets in, ooh
You can't fuck with the crew or crooked niggas too

Crooked nigga too
They say I'm crooked nigga, too