crooked i – serious biz lyrics
[intro: crooked i]
this is serious business
yeah, this is serious business
horseshoe g, serious business
on+one s, serious business
[verse 1: demetrius capone]
oh sh+t
over dosage of dope sh+t
i’m so sick
you want it on with capone
get your throat slit
the 4+4 clap ya
your face fall off like most of these old rappers
i’m sick to the core, i floor n+ggas in war
my wh0re thicker than yours
my porsche sicker than yours
my team winnin’
you wanna forfeit when we score
we still gutter
pullin’ up in four bentley azure’s
yeah, i’m on fire
the n+gga that blow bullet holes through your low rider
west coast rider
don’t try to flow tighter
what i recite’ll make ya buy ya both ya ghostwriters
i’m dope as coke by the way
i rob the glock dealer quick
mobsta’s hit your block on some godzilla sh+t
to squash ya
mister cop k!lla’s finna cop skrilla
l!ckin’ shots quick to pop n+ggas with this mafia clique
[chorus: crooked i]
we tuck the heat, plus we above the law
we club ,we street, we hustle, we thug, we raw (yeah, yeah)
in public we creep on dubs, we sub and crawl (yeah)
we rugged as f+ck, slugs’ll touch you all
nah
gangsta rapper that ain’t me (let ’em know)
nah dog, i’m a gangsta mc (yeah, n+gga)
nah
gangsta rapper that ain’t me (let ’em know)
nah dog, i’m a gangsta
[verse 2: dice dinero]
who think they could f+ck with this young gun clapper
that’ll send 8 shots through your fitted, then after that, send 8 more at ya
i’m a known menace
i’m wreckin’ sh+t from long beach to venice
n+ggas be disfigured when i’m finished
and that’s on the shoes
the first n+gga that open up his mouth, out of your camp, will be the first n+gga you lose
’cause i represent the c.o.b
we o.g
the heats on me
creepin’ through east long beach
[verse 3: kenny siegel]
i’m hot so when i drop, i’m leavin’ the top off
hop out with house kicks, sweepin’ the sidewalk
go wake to the barrel of my heat, if you nod off
y’all soft, y’all all should cease that i’m hot talk
yeah
i’m menace to both, demented and cold
i’ll stick in your throat, the pick in my fro
in fridge is my flow
no way, do you cats want it with siegs
i sit on chromes, meanin’ i keep two straps under my seat
[chorus: crooked i]
we tuck the heat, plus we above the law
we club ,we street, we hustle, we thug, we raw (yeah, yeah)
in public we creep on dubs, we sub and crawl (yeah)
we rugged as f+ck, slugs’ll touch you all
nah
gangsta rapper that ain’t me (let ’em know)
nah dog, i’m a gangsta mc (yeah, n+gga)
nah
gangsta rapper that ain’t me (let ’em know)
nah dog, i’m a gangsta
[verse 4: julius luciano]
the h+gang keep the straps with us
like hittin’ nasty sl+ts, ya get burned when the magnum bust
actin’ tough, i smack and punch ya
fast to punk ya like ashton kutcher
actually cut’cha
i stab ya like acupuncture
my swag is gutter rap hustler, slash, ratchet toucher
poppin’ the semi auto, ya die slow
what i’m c+ckin’ is in ya hot low, the glock blow
me and dominick intriago in the chocolate six
hoppin’ out with house shoes, i call ’em concert kicks
no stoppin’ this ’cause i’m an optimistic
watch the rocky wrist, blind your optics mist
yeah, my minds worse than saddam
the kinda verse i kick is gangsta like converse kicks
i let my hands talk, converse with my fists
i’m like pac, i bomb first, pr+ck
[chorus: crooked i]
we tuck the heat, plus we above the law
we club ,we street, we hustle, we thug, we raw (yeah, yeah)
in public we creep on dubs, we sub and crawl (yeah)
we rugged as f+ck, slugs’ll touch you all
nah
gangsta rapper that ain’t me (let ’em know)
nah dog, i’m a gangsta mc (yeah, n+gga)
nah
gangsta rapper that ain’t me (let ’em know)
nah dog, i’m a gangsta
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