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crooked i - c.o.b anthem (us freestyle) lyrics

[intro]
it’s that time
you ’bout gettin’ money?(la familia)
you ’bout gettin’ money?
c.o.b, crew love

[hook 1]
in the cob it’s just us n-gga
but i don’t really trust n-ggas
cob, it’s just us n-gga
but i don’t really trust n-ggas
sssutt sssutt, when you see us n-gga
say sssutt sssutt, when you see us n-gga
you just got on man, we’ve been them n-ggas
ask these b-tches man, we’ve been them n-ggas

[verse 1]
all i’m doing gettin’ all these benjamins n-gga
independent still getting them dividends n-gga
crooked put so many rappers in the body bag i’ve lost count
whole camps get crossed out, that’s the way the ball bounce
when it’s time to get rid of them n-ggas
started from the bottom cooking ramen
now i’m rocking shows in the chi
like a mixture of twista, lupe, and common
cause i’m a problem, put it on my mama
raised in lamas when i chased them commas
raised in the hood full of gangsta drama
lying in the godd-mn face of your honor
gotta get it now can’t wait for mañana
i’m a chess player, dominick got something in store for you n-ggas
janikowski for 50 yards, i even up the score on you, n-gga
we made men, so i gotta mop up the floor with you n-ggas
get our money right and go to war with you n-ggas

[hook 2 altered]
in the cob it’s just us n-gga
but i don’t really trust n-ggas
cob, it’s just us n-gga
but i don’t really trust n-ggas

[verse 2]
this sh-t here for my loyal n-ggas
i’mma make sure that we all royal n-ggas
keep our enemies close, i just might employ you n-ggas
whole d-mn time we plottin’ to destroy you n-ggas
legit like that, i only trust my family
you don’t understand me, f-ck your mami
we ain’t here to sn-tch chains
we here to make rap change, so you artists better tuck your grammys
abc rappers i turn your channels
i cbs, i draw heat, desert eagle full of dirty ammo
drinking your blood like a thirsty camel
then i’m pulling off in a murcielago
perfect lambo, stunting on you hating n-ggas
praying on our downfall
but h-ll nah, we out here taking n-gga
even if i pull up in a beat up chevy
i bet my cousin sauce roll weed up heavy
i bet that horseshoe put dope in the streets
all you record labels get your re-up ready, ok?

[hook 1]

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