Lyrics
some of you niggaz owe me an apology, talking extra large shit, still knowing that your skills is smaller than nanotechnology, don't you know your camp be smaller than ant colony, when i say don't challenge me, that's reverse psychology, ever since 8 mile battles fascinate america, free a pay style, crooked'll assassinate your character, this man will straight embarrass ya, then when i'm sick of your aryan ass, pull out the mac and evacuate the area, you ain't got skills, i'm surprised you got deals, i been in princess cuts, sluts and hot wheels, your wack ass is not real, don't make me act a "jackass" like johnny knoxville, when i cock steel, i waste rap has-beens, leave you in a trash bin, asshole naked with your face mask bashed in, your hoe wants me, i takes that ass then, she gave me face and said it tastes like lamb skin, labels tell me "come blow us up", since i left from death row they wanna know whats up, some of 'em got they own agenda, wanna slow us up, this one's for all of my niggaz, they wanna know whats what, got my own organization, we 20 men deep, dynasty slappin your face, nigga, my city been sleep, my semi sent heat, if niggaz don't act like they 5 pairs of legs and give me ten feet
Song details
Artist: crooked i