[Intro: Brainiac]
What up?
Brainiac, n***a
Off this Jim Gittum "Gangsta Gumbo"
Dynasty, b**h!
The hardest n***a in the booth, n***a
He go by the name of Crooked-motherf**ing-I
And he's so Treacherous
[Verse: Crooked I]
So many n***as wanna come at the Crooked and let a couple of shots
Spin me around like I'm a featherweight, knowing that I'm heavyweight
My Smith & Wesson weapon will make you elevate and levitate
When I regulate I hit the streets like I never ate
I click heat and I never wait, I wouldn't hesitate
To strap a time bomb to myself and hug you until it detonates
You're 6 feet, I'm 11'8'‘
And if I told you once, I told you twice
I hold the guns, I'm so precise (so run n***a run)
When the soldier come, I'm cold as ice
So hold your tongue or roll the dice (you're done when I come)
I'm a poltergeist, send them the venom quick as a cobra strikes
k** 'em and k** 'em again
The shots stole your life, you should've known the price
A k**er that holds the knife to your throat and slice
And when I'm creepin' by, dippin' the ‘Lac
n***a the reason I'm rippin' the gat is to go BRRAT BRRAT
And your people die, n***a, blink your eyes
I'll put you on your back quicker than that
Somebody tell me what's sicker than that
You coward n***as need to get rid of that ridiculous act
When I give you the Mack, It's ripping your back
Like Dominique Dawes, you gonna be flipping no different than that
Then we acting reckless, snatch your necklace, ratchet d**h wish
Eat your a** for breakfast when you ba*tards mess with
The master that'll blast ya a** with
Any hand selected, cause the man is ambidextrous
Still keep a pump with me
For any punk motherf**er that wanna f** with me
Still get slumped uncomfortably and touch the streets
So f** police, I dump the heat
So what you got props in a magazine
You think your better than me, don't you n***a?
I see you try to freestyle on the TV screen
You think your better than me, don't you n***a?
I put holes in your floor like it ain't nothing
You think your better than me, don't you n***a?
You better duck and run, you better tuck your gun
Cause on the mic I murder n***as for fun
(Murder n***as for fun...)