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letra de i'll still kill / big brother (week 24) - crooked i

[part i: i’ll still k!ll]

[intro]
hip-hop weekly (come on, man)
crooked i, c.o.b., treacherous (yeah)
oh man, they keep asking me who gonna win out of 50 and kanye every time i do a interview
i don’t even know the n-ggas and they ask me that sh-t (hahahaha)
oh, i say who’s gon’ win? whoever buy they own records, hahaha
hip-hop weekly, yeah
we in the building, baby, yeah!
fresh from the vma
what up, malik? did ya thing, boy
yeah!
we was in vegas, man, i put the phantom on the motherf-cking strip
like real gangsters is supposed to (what up, pi? nikki)
treacherous is the movemеnt
ayy

[verse]
i’m from the eastside of long beach
hustlе on these cold streets
c.o.b. is mafia like a kiss on both cheeks
pigs know what it is, f-ck the police
they k!lled my homeboy, no justice, no peace
i need a c-section, i’m overdue four weeks
i cut myself out of the belly of that known beast
i’m on the eastside rolling with my ogs
n-ggas in the beach love me
f-ck with me, they gon’ squeeze
gangsta music, play it in the dark while you’re drinking
it make ya do sh-t, have a gang banger anxious to feud with you
empty chambers to it then blame the way they produced it, too sick
i should get an award for n-ggas i floored
to my n-ggas in prison, snitches should live in the morgue
then i scoop up they b-tches and wh0res
my d-ck big as a sword, stabbing b-tches as thick as melyssa ford
yeah i got the bentley coupe kitted
and i put it in the beach before you know who did it
the windows too tinted, they wonder who’s in it
wait a few minutes, it’s mr. dodger blue fitted
you don’t believe me, watch my dvd
i’m so ice cube, i could have wrote for eazy-e
i’m so ice-t, i should f-ck with evil e
the whole west coast is crooked, he’s a g
a california boss like tookie williams
f-ck arnold schwarzenegger ’cause the p-ssy k!lled him
watching it on tv with my homegirl
made us get a tattoo that said “f-ck the whole world”
some mcs you call the best rapper ever
say i’m a legend, crooked, but yeah, you rappin’ better
kick some more motherf-cking drug acapella
i say i’m so sick with the birds that i’m salmonella
my booster b-tch from the bronx, her name annabella
she give me so much versace, i call her donatella
i need prada, that’s all that i gotta tell her
i can afford it but it’s h-lla expensive being an honest fella
that’s why i sit on the block, this is the plot
listen to pac, slang the medicinal pot
some of my n-ggas detoxing like bishop lamont
then they say “alright f-ck it, let me get what you got”
i’m trying to ride like russell, getting richer, n-gga
29 hustles but when you got side hustles
cops wanna k!ll you, n-ggas like trouble
so i keep pieces like 29 puzzles
c.o.b. for life, we some rich thugs
when we make it rain, it ain’t strip clubs
make it rain bullets, i’m talking big slugs
west coast to death, that’s why i get love
c.o.b. for life, we some rich thugs
when we make it rain, it ain’t strip clubs
make it rain bullets, i’m talking big slugs
west coast to death, that’s why i get love

[outro]
get love, yeah
shouts out to my dude bishop lamont
slim the motherf-ckin’ mobster
congratulations, my n-gga, keep that sh-t goin’
ay, big psych, what it do?
shouts out to jazzy management., yeah
ay, uh-huh, uh-huh, ay
treacherous records, c.o.b
c-r-double-uh-oh-uh-oh. k-e-d
capital i. just me and pi, get em’

[part ii: big brother]

[intro]
yeah, y’all know what it is
these my two favorite beats in the world right now
what’s up, toon? (what up, toon? )
hey, let’s get it done, man
you in my top, top, top of all producers right now
[verse]
i’m every bit of a heavy hitter
what you like, party rhymers or deadly spitters?
it don’t matter ’cause i’m every n-gga
they get mad when the chevy glitter
don’t be mad, take your best shot
n-ggas better be reggie miller
i cl!ck blast and k!ll you fake p-ssies
body bags zip past ya face like bay hoodies
the pigs grab the case, we ain’t rookies
so let’s get past the chase, you can’t book me
these n-ggas ain’t gangstas, they acting
all i gotta do is write your government name on a napkin
half up front, the other half on the back end
i was on stage when it happened, singing and rapping
these cold streets are the father of my militance
everything they taught me was the slaughter of my innocence
part of me is a martyr in a sense
’cause my nice side died, now my heart is dark as a k!ller’s is
i’m from the eastside where n-ggas k!ll your kids
if you looking familiar, they peel your wig
sh-t, a million pigs wanna keep me on my side
the other side is where the riches live
my hustle build a bridge
i came from nada, my shades are prada
i’m not from the bay but why can’t you yada
dig the fact that i aim the shotters
blame my father’s baby mama
taught me to aim them llamas
knock the sugar out you sweet n-ggas, though you ain’t piñatas
gangsta persona when i face your honor
you’re dealing with a n-gga that i take manana
away from you, a straight piranha
pull out the ferrari, i sh-t on opposition
i look in the rear view and i see my competition
i ain’t talking about people behind my position
i’m talking about my reflection, i’m my only competition
you want to be like me, please, stop your wishing
no blasphemy but c.o.b. is my religion
street gospel, you better stop and listen
even in troubled waters, it gives you aqua vision
i see clearly, homey, please, hear me
what you see in a lifetime, i’m tryna see yearly
’cause poverty f-cked me up severely
now i come through on chrome feets, freaks cheerly
put ’em in the seat, switch gear speeds
then i turn them speakers up ’til them hoes’ ears bleed
show ’em what a gangsta about
till i tat crooked i on my d-ck, keep my name out your mouth
[outro]
yeah, keep my motherf-ckin’ name out your mouth
till i tat my f-ckin’ name on my d-ck
then you b-tches can put my motherf-ckin’ name back in your mouth
hey, pi, bring that beat back real quick
yeah, hahahahaha, yeah
y’all know what it is, you know what we doing over here
shouts out to my dude kali park, my n-gga
congratulations on all that sh-t, y’know what i mean?
f-ckin’ with him at the vmas and sh-t
shouts out to reverend run, n-gga, at the bmi awards
you know what he said? keep a open mind, y’know what i mean?
all y’all n-ggas better keep an open mind ’cause you never know what’s gon’ come your way
success might be your own idea
but it could be somebody else’s idea that makes you a motherf-ckin’ millionaire
so keep a open mind, like my n-gga rev. run say, y’know what i mean?
yeah, c.o.b. is the movement circle of motherf-ckin’ bosses
j.c. in the house, sauce the boss in the house, pi in the house
and y’all already know what the f-ck we doin’
i told mickey we was takin’ over the internet and he believed me
that’s why we doin’ what we do, hahahahahaha
yeah! i’m feelin’ good in this motherf-cker right now
shouts out to polo the motherf-cking don, emi’s big john
we out this motherf-cker, eastside up in the air
yeah, see you next week, that’s the motto
slogan, all that
and kanye, you k!lled this motherf-cker right here
hahahahaha
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- crooked i

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