Crooked I - You Know My Steez (Week 10) lyrics

[Verse 1: Crooked I] You wack n***as got me feeling hyper Your flow still in diapers, mine k**ing cyphers I'm a villain like a triple lifer I'm as real as a triple striker Sitting in Rykers for pitching This n***a's nicer than a good mood I'll put my gun where he puts food Let him taste the weapon a second before I cook dude Rapping a** n***a, you from the hood? Cool I'll slap you with your publishing dude, that's a Suge move I'll bleed the block, it's hard for me to donate blood The needle draw the pure plasma of a thug Put it in a patient who need it he might bug That psycho type-O, he might have you pushing d** Not the white but them sticky green buds Wearing Dickies ready to give these n***as 53 slugs You can't reach where I'm raising a bar That's like every law student acing the bar That's like your size 10 Chuck Taylors racing my car That's like the whole m**m nation not praising Allah I'm on my Long Beach sh**, Eastside is all around When I jump out the spur b**hes wipe a boss down I hold my city down like Tha Dogg Pound Did '96 but naw this is 0-7 Crooked's no reverend, but the way I hold weapons I could get your soul a float to heaven, no question Couple words of wisdom to n***a chart climbing Buying some nice ice pieces from hard grinding Your color-treated canaries are shining But do you know they use radiation every time they dye diamonds That's why I only f** with fancy yellows b**hes see the bling, give me the panties, hello God damn, my whole family's ghetto You pop sh**, my granny'll hand me the handy metal I got an issue with a hater in the limelight I'mma tell you all who it is when the time's right I'mma give him two months to get his mind right If he don't I'll put him in the past like hindsight n***as see the mac-10, become afraid Like Lakers fans when Kobe asked for that trade f** your favorite rapper, I'm the last of a dying breed I k** 'em if David could make Goliath the giant bleed I'll leave your entire empire minor league I don't rap motherf**er, I firebreathe Why you think the whole west is in dire need Of n***as like me and my livewire Gs C.O.B