Crook Playa

Introducin mr. lucci, tha wig split loco

Un*****witable crook have yo whole gang in a choke hold

I run wit 4 *****z that's so cold and i'm known for gettin dirty

I smack *****z for 30-30's, dispersin slugs in a hurry

Cant let no ***** disturb me or interrupt me when i'm on my mission

Watchin these *****z scurry from choppers wit clip extentions

All hataz be flinchin when i appear in they dimension

Strivin on bad intentions puttin *****z life up on suspension

Jus aint a normal *****, i be that diabolical figure

Straight *****ed left all dead, they braided up lookin slicker

Crooked scissorhands and tha rippla got my back down 4 whateva

I'm a 16, smokin clever, 155 a devil

Aka tha crooked rebel wit a neck full of gold and ice pebbles

All my stoneycrook brothaz stay flossed out to tha top level

Mr. lucci neva settle wit punk boyz on hate *******t

Whoopin *****z azz, quick and fast like an agent on matrix

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Who dat blowin big killa in tha back of tha club

Who dat choosin real women while deletin tha scrubs

Who dat rollin up tha cake, who's a crook in tha place

Who dem ipsy tipsy playaz from tha lone star state

We tha cats you dunno takin ova thangz

We tha cats who don pulled akickdoe on tha game

We tha ones wit tha guns, we tha crew wit tha juice

We dem crook typed playaz boy dont let us get loose

[mr. pookie]

Open yo eyes wide playa, take notice of me

Aint no quittin while i'm rippin, no intentions to flee

Got my calvary posted now tell me, wha ya'll wanna do?

Got no time for ya boastin ya think ya bad wit yo crew

Now who's tha victim left to breath on tha mic

He cant handle me really so now he agged and wanna fight

I'm tha hype of tha party, tha ammo and a clip

Take a breather 4 i leave ya face down where you sit

And tha competition, oh they get flattin by bows

Cause we aint bowin down, busta think he bad cause he older

I'ma show ya, time to pick tha place up in tha check and *******t

And if you aint no dallas sho nuff to be reckoned wit

Pick a betta click wit a mass of foes ( and wha?)

Let tha record show how we surpass em though

Now wha you maskin 4?

Who it is? it's tha rippla turnin heads when i enter

Tha pookie wit tha mista

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[mr. pookie]

Now we got em lookin got em all up in our grill

We cant stop we 2 crooked, so its like pass me tha kill

On tha real, i'm chillin, so they betta make way

Got lucci spittin some venom, y these bustaz wanna hate?

So say wha u say and we gon do wha we do

Continue to drop platinum azz hitz by tha crew

I'm used to bein smokin on a regular basis

Refuse to be, sellin **** and catchin these cases

I choose to be, tight up on my game like a pro

Sma*******n on these hoes, and makin tha big doe

Behold, mr. pookie slash rippla jones

I been livin like a crook since tha day i was born

On my own homie, i spit tha game how i feel

Its time to let em all know its about to get real

Tha deal is playa, keep yo hands off, watch that damn talk

And proceed to leave so please walk

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