, look behind him, I see him, he slipped At a stop light in a growin night, this motherfuckin' trick Slide over so I can dip and put it in him Damn, I
Its a crooked system but gin straight take the pain away i charge the game And put my problems on layaway A black man but i feel so blue So i smoke
your boy Remember me, I wanna talk to you scrap I remember being kicked out the house, 'cause I looked just like you Said I'd be nothing but a crook
, 'cause I'm as real as they come, I'm young and I act a donkey, uptown is where I'm from, I'm full of that monkey, you want some? I spit arrows like
's all about survival of the fittest I'm a menace crook I did so much dirt I need to be in the Guinness Book From the shit I took from people I reap
tryin' to make some dough So he can push up from a caddy and dumps the pinto So everybody in the hood can cops the lleyo And I can collects the cash
drop I'm sayin to myself damn it's on I guess the blunt made me do it Knew the other times would be comin so I grabbed the strap and threw it Hit the
Like I'm repo-man, agent double 'o' negro Know who I am? No, I don't give a damn Evil, flash ya crooked I like I'm eagle Gets down and dirty like your
her now, Harlem world crook of the town But look at my rhyme, I'm glad it didn't turn it to crime And I'm thinkin' little huddy must have made me calm So I
i dont mean to come off like a tellamarketer i aint no hood no crook no robber i just wanna part of ya heart i could borrow [hook] sometimes and maybe i
I can try to charm ya I'm just tryna find out who you are I don't mean to come off like a telemarketer I ain't no hood, no crook, no robber I just want
is banners middle finger YALL YEAH!! Chorus x2: Ive been waiting in the hood for so long (so long) Ive been waiting in the hood for so long (so long
Cent - Chorus 2] My jewels look so good, and my chain is so heavy I don't know If I should stunt for these hos again, cause I did that already Now here
I told niggas not to shoot dice with me Look at this stack, I got money, I got money Nigga don't trip, I'll kill ya if you fuck with my grip I won't
the navigator that's green? Chromed out amplifiers Twenty-two inch tires, I don't want them, I want the fiber optic wires I'm so hot I'm responsible
I brought some friends with me too Now I ain't back just for the sake of just sayin I'm back I could relax but I'd rather stack ammo on tracks Couple
I'm off my feet I gotta eat, so it's back to these fuckin streets And I will grow cause I'm an old timer I bring the drama to any nigga, his babies or
mattress, B I hated that so I don't rap like you wack MC's [Chorus] [Crooked I] Geah! S-dot H-dot, ha ha! I laugh after I kill you, I'm a poor sportsman