Death Row'S Back - Crooked I

, lights out in this bitch, sit your ass in that chair, you ain't goin' nowhere nigga, got this heater ready, will even crack ya ass over tha head witta bottle, whatever the fuck we gotta do to let you know. that ain't no nigga 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, nigga the crooked'll put a whole in ya brain, stick pole in ya dame make her strow witta caine, 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 motherfuckers wanna fuck wit' me, get wild, get drawn then i shoot ya team, niggaz gettin' slumped uncomfortably, get a slug for free, i got a thug degree, in ya motherfuckin' faces witta' bumper bee, killa enemy, in any vicinity, wit' the mini machine gun, offendin' me and my company, you niggaz can't fuck 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?, you can do what you want but can't stop this here, we got niggaz on the block in fear, some gangsta shit is about to drop this year, our rise to the top is near, you been waitin' around for that west coast shit, ghetto ass out from the death row clique, if you a hustler then check yo crip, if you a hater then you can suck a dick. suck a dick.