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Mr. pookie]
I'ma jump it off straight up rippin
Pop my clip in best beware to tha nigga dat's trippin
Over there think I see em
Finna ta get him, who came wit him
Nigga stay in yo place
Dont know who sprayin tha mase
But I betcha motherfuckers betta move
'fore I get in tha mood and what? straight act a fool
Pass it fool you niggaz can't hold us
Continuous throwin these boulders
Dont act like nobody ain't told ya
These crooks came to uphold ya
Take notice of clicka nigga
Off of audelia nigga
Outta my face or I will kill a nigga
Betta yet steel a nigga
Feel tha rippla
Rippin you hoes up in his face crushin his flows
You a disgrace, one to the dome
Up in his place robbin his home
Takin it all I'll be down to ride
Dallas is bound to rise
Where did I turn bitch now it's our time
Lyrical homicide
Stakes are high though we're still blowin,still smokin, still chiffin
Up in this game we ain't tip toein
See tha dope blow and ima weed fiend
Finna bleed steam nigga
So keep yo eyes on the night, cause I jus might
Hit yo crib now where you live i'ma crook 4 life

Chorus [2x]

Lay it down i'ma crook 4 life
If u feel it will you ball wit me
Lay it down i'ma crook 4 life
You don't wanna fuck wit me

[k-roc]
Get ready for tha armageddon war
Betta load yo shit, get ready to die bitch
Stoneycrook niggaz'll creep and then crawl
Bustin at niggaz and breakin they jaws
In paws a nigga, neva, betta load this glock I'm sick of this bullshit
Ammunition be totted 4 dayz, ready to blast all up in yo face
Fake hazin shit and pistol grips, pastor pookie nigga rip that bitch
Soljaz like you neva have seen
On tha block we all mug mean, my team stay green
Money that is, crooked ass niggaz have nuthin to give
Takin yo money and evictin yo bitch
Open yo mouth get shot in yo ribs
Who in tha fuck do you think that you are?
Fuckin wit much as I blew up yo car
Leave yo body all ripped and blown
Like k-roc hittin that abatrois
Bodybags in front of yo street
Blown out skulls and burnt out feet
Ask me why did I kill that bitch
My pitbull needed some fuckin meat
Streets are no longer safe 4 kids
A nigga might flip and cut out yo ribs
Enter tha devious thoughts of niggaz from stoneycrook
That's how we live - torture his ass, strangle his ass
Rip out his heart then laugh at his ass
Stoneycrook niggaz are causin confusion
And bustin at niggaz we goin at

Chorus [x2]

[mr. lucci]
Awww shit now it's on
Nigga throwed in the zone
Get cha ready for the real shit
Sippin down pill shit
But tha trill shit
Bust ya real quick
When a nigga wanna squish it
Stay on my grind so I don't spend shit
So wha's the deal bitch
Gotta drill shit
Til you feel shit
But focus I'll still spend
Workin I'm a kill kids
Niggaz fallin down like a nigga did shit
Grab my weed cause I feel quick
And i'ma tilt it, lift it, twist it in tha bud smoke
I'm into green, nigga love to choke
Followed by a newport
Cloud 9, high and a crooked flow
Reached in my jeans wit tha low spoke
Glock tote, no joke
Crook loch on my chest, fuck tha rest
Done seen tha best, finna test
Tryin to jest mess around
When surrounded by paramedics
Cops sayin tha press release
Addressed my issued blues
And payin dues to tha crews
Actin fools wit tha stoneycrook
Last time a nigga looked
Then played by tha book
Young life got took as tha body shook
Bitch I'm the king you tha rookie know the bait
That the pen create
Cause you a mark bitch that's a born fact
Never see a crook actin like that
We'll get down on stacks
Work our mind, make our money, make a track
Dallas got bread by the stacks
Ballers in pallas, bourbons, jeeps on sweet killaz so we gotta go
Neva once been a hoe
Finsta pull a kick doe
Fuck a friend or a foe
Make a nigga die slow
Trail trail the logo
That a nigga flow fo
Sho fo
Even take a blo fo
To my brotha never say no
Only thing you want mo
Cause i'ma crook, diabolical

Chorus [2x]
Mr. pookie]   I'ma jump it off straight up rippin   Pop my clip in best beware to tha nigga dat's trippin   Over there think I see em   Finna ta get him, who came wit him   Nigga stay in yo place   Dont know who sprayin tha mase   But I betcha motherfuckers betta move   'fore I get in tha mood and what? straight act a fool   Pass it fool you niggaz can't hold us   Continuous throwin these boulders   Dont act like nobody ain't told ya   These crooks came to uphold ya   Take notice of clicka nigga   Off of audelia nigga   Outta my face or I will kill a nigga   Betta yet steel a nigga   Feel tha rippla   Rippin you hoes up in his face crushin his flows   You a disgrace, one to the dome   Up in his place robbin his home   Takin it all I'll be down to ride   Dallas is bound to rise   Where did I turn bitch now it's our time   Lyrical homicide   Stakes are high though we're still blowin,still smokin, still chiffin   Up in this game we ain't tip toein   See tha dope blow and ima weed fiend   Finna bleed steam nigga   So keep yo eyes on the night, cause I jus might   Hit yo crib now where you live i'ma crook 4 life      Chorus [2x]      Lay it down i'ma crook 4 life   If u feel it will you ball wit me   Lay it down i'ma crook 4 life   You don't wanna fuck wit me      [k-roc]   Get ready for tha armageddon war   Betta load yo shit, get ready to die bitch   Stoneycrook niggaz'll creep and then crawl   Bustin at niggaz and breakin they jaws   In paws a nigga, neva, betta load this glock I'm sick of this bullshit   Ammunition be totted 4 dayz, ready to blast all up in yo face   Fake hazin shit and pistol grips, pastor pookie nigga rip that bitch   Soljaz like you neva have seen   On tha block we all mug mean, my team stay green   Money that is, crooked ass niggaz have nuthin to give   Takin yo money and evictin yo bitch   Open yo mouth get shot in yo ribs   Who in tha fuck do you think that you are?    Fuckin wit much as I blew up yo car   Leave yo body all ripped and blown   Like k-roc hittin that abatrois   Bodybags in front of yo street   Blown out skulls and burnt out feet   Ask me why did I kill that bitch   My pitbull needed some fuckin meat   Streets are no longer safe 4 kids   A nigga might flip and cut out yo ribs   Enter tha devious thoughts of niggaz from stoneycrook   That's how we live - torture his ass, strangle his ass   Rip out his heart then laugh at his ass   Stoneycrook niggaz are causin confusion   And bustin at niggaz we goin at      Chorus [x2]      [mr. lucci]   Awww shit now it's on   Nigga throwed in the zone   Get cha ready for the real shit   Sippin down pill shit   But tha trill shit   Bust ya real quick   When a nigga wanna squish it   Stay on my grind so I don't spend shit   So wha's the deal bitch   Gotta drill shit   Til you feel shit   But focus I'll still spend   Workin I'm a kill kids   Niggaz fallin down like a nigga did shit   Grab my weed cause I feel quick   And i'ma tilt it, lift it, twist it in tha bud smoke   I'm into green, nigga love to choke   Followed by a newport   Cloud 9, high and a crooked flow   Reached in my jeans wit tha low spoke   Glock tote, no joke   Crook loch on my chest, fuck tha rest   Done seen tha best, finna test   Tryin to jest mess around   When surrounded by paramedics   Cops sayin tha press release   Addressed my issued blues   And payin dues to tha crews   Actin fools wit tha stoneycrook   Last time a nigga looked   Then played by tha book   Young life got took as tha body shook   Bitch I'm the king you tha rookie know the bait   That the pen create   Cause you a mark bitch that's a born fact   Never see a crook actin like that   We'll get down on stacks   Work our mind, make our money, make a track   Dallas got bread by the stacks   Ballers in pallas, bourbons, jeeps on sweet killaz so we gotta go   Neva once been a hoe   Finsta pull a kick doe   Fuck a friend or a foe   Make a nigga die slow   Trail trail the logo   That a nigga flow fo   Sho fo   Even take a blo fo   To my brotha never say no   Only thing you want mo   Cause i'ma crook, diabolical      Chorus [2x]