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crooked i - death row's back lyrics

[intro:]
lights out in this b-tch
sit your -ss in that chair
you ain’t goin’ nowhere n-gg-
[gun c-cks] got this heater ready
will even crack ya -ss over tha head witta bottle
whatever the f-ck we gotta do to let you know..

[verse 1:]
that ain’t no n-gg- sicker then me
i’m as sick as can be
they get offended when i’m rippin’ tha beat
you can’t get dough quicker then me
cause in particularly
i get figures like i’m flippin’ some d[?]
i don’t know whatchu claim but i’m pro wit’ the aim
n-gg- the crooked’ll put a whole in ya brain
stick pole in ya dame make her strow witta caine(sp?)
notorious label and death row is tha name, huh
money and power and i devour cowards
wit’ bullets that come in a thousands miles and hour
how’s about get tha [?] wit’ tha shower
witcha house wit’ bullets that might knock down towers
[?]
punk motherf-ckers wanna f-ck wit’ me
get wild, get drawn then i shoot ya team
n-gg-z gettin’ slumped uncomfortably
get a slug for free, i got a thug degree
in ya motherf-ckin’ faces witta’ b-mper bee
killa enemy, in any vicinity
wit’ the mini machine gun, offendin’ me and my company (tha row!)
you n-gg-z can’t f-ck wit’ that
rubbin’ ya guns but where you bustas at?
pull up at the club and get out the truck wit’ gats
death row’s back now what’s up wit’ that?

[chorus: x2]
you can do what you want but can’t stop this here
we got n-gg-z on the block in fear
some gangsta sh-t is about to drop this year
our rise to the top is near
you been waitin’ around for that west coast sh-t
ghetto -ss out from the death row clique
if you a hustler then check yo crip
if you a hater then you can suck a d-ck..

[outro:]
suck a d-ck…

- crooked i lyrics

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