[Hook: Crooked I]
You don't wanna f** with me
You don't wanna f** with me
[Hook: Crooked I]
You don't wanna f** with me
You don't wanna f** with me
You don't wanna f** with me
You don't wanna f** with me
Luciano!
[Julius Luciano:]
If a n***a look into my head
You will see that my screws are missing
I don't give a damn got my tool to fix sh**
When I say tool that's euphemistic
For the ruger, I'm not tryna confuse you nitwits
We can get on some pugilist sh**
Or feud with biscuits
You can pick it
If you wanna shoot terrific
I don't usually miss with the uzi
But you can risk it
You're dealing with a top notch professional
Choppin necks is my professional
I confess my style
Rockin extra foul
n***as wanna get rid of me I can question how
Ya'll dudes ain't hot ya less than mild
I suggest ya try to shut ya mouth
If I hear a consonant or vowel
Then I get to pulling out my chopper
Wet cha BLAOW!
Yea
Me and the Glock are best of pals
You can rock a vest
But even Ron Artest
Cannot contest
My shine under my T
Is the mac in fact
I'll rocket just like yao
Yea
I spit crack raw dope
Put an end to n***as with this cat draws close
I ain't tryna give you a minute to check
Naw yo I let the gat talk BRAP!
n***a that's all folkss!
Kenny Siegel!
[Kenny Siegel:]
Ya'll muthaf**as know that Kenny carry a weapon
That'll teach you n***as who test me a leeson
Ya sets finna lessen [?]
I'll be up in a n***as home next then, he come back, raised a arm, "Now I got a question"
That's when I blast clips
Put em in the casket
Hit em with the ratchet
Hit em like a jab and stick em like a cactus
Peel a couple caps and the ba*tards'll backflip
Flip em like a mattress
I'll make a n***a need some stitches in them light jeans, hit em with a knife [?] n***a might sleep
Young villian I be k**in em with my ink
Spillin on a white sheet
Put em under white sheets
I'm a vultrue with the coldest dick for those who trip I hold them clips (I keep steel)
Like a motionless, close ya lip, the chrome will spit, ya blown to bits (when he spill)
Who can match me this, k**er is crafty, this belligerent and militant n***a is nasty
Catch a n***a grillin that's when I'm peelin the mac heat, pull that muthaf**a quick as the hem on my KHAKIS!
When this n***a add [?] to sentences
I'm sinister when spittin raps, n***as be tremblin and I'm venomous with a pen and pad, k**in my nemesis
Even k**in the innocent diminishes n***as in a bad MOOD!
Demitrius Capone!
[Demitrius Capone:]
The Beretta wet a competitor sweater up never f**ed with a predator, n***as better hide
Better duck, nevermind
I'm a Decepticon and Megatron'll find n***as every time
I eat competitors with every line
Cause I read his mind
And served his freestyle ahead of time
Before the n***a ever said a line, then I infrared his mind
I dot n***as like the letter "I"
See ya'll on that feminine sh**
I'm a n***a on that criminal sh**
b**h n***as'll flip
My spit is ridiculous
Sicker than syphilis
Slip in the clip and
I'm ripping ya ligament
Quicker than lickety split!
This menacing and villainous n***as with Infamous
Just the beginnin of Genesis
k**in n***as with sentences
The wickedest lyricist
On the premesis with venomous FLOWS
Even k**in innocent witnesses
If you a cop I'm k**in ya
From any block n***a from here to La Cienega
I'm sendin ya shots to get rid of the opposition
When I'm rippin the Glock to get rid of the competition
I listen to Amitionz Az A Ridah
Then the spirit of 'Pac enters me
Then I got to hit em up, I don't give a f**
You not familiar
With the mafia, my n***as is la familia
(n***a what!)
[Hook: Crooked I]
You don't wanna f** with me
You don't wanna f** with me
You don't wanna f** with me
You don't wanna f** with me
[Crooked I:]
(Wait for it...)
(Uh!) I'm a predator and a goon
With a mack-11 and tech, I'm better than you a**ume
These skeletons in the tomb, like veterans in platoon
My weapon big enough to k** the elephant in the room
You irrelevant, you felon in your development and element
And I was intelligent in the womb
Excellin in the cocoon
With a extra digestive system for all competitors I CONSUME!
Shoulda played the role of Cobain, suicide, tried to blow your own brain
Now the lead finna clap, you'll be dead with your head in your lap
Like you tried to blow your own brain
You can die, Duke and I, nukin my enemies like Kim Jong-il
Head huntin and pushin that red bu*ton so much, even Dick Cheney and Bush like "Chill dawg chill."
Naw, I'm the real raw deal
I was built off steel
I'm a still draw steel
I'm a deal ya'll steel
I'll fulfill ya'll will
I don't feel ya'll real
On the real dawg KNEEL!
You could burn with Satan, no lie
Today's Friday, the day you gon' fry Brr POW CH-CH-CRAOW! those sound effects for the way you gon' die (bye)
[Whisper:] You don't wanna f** with me