Crooked I - That's my Word lyrics

[Intro: Raekwon] Lex Diamond, Crooked I What's good n***a? Real do real All day homie, got you, what up? [Hook: Crooked I] + (Coniyac) That's my word! I don't f** with snake n***as That's my word! I don't f** with fake b**hes That's my word! My whole circle hate snitches That's my word! We hit the block, gang riches (That's my word, I don't f** with snake n***as) (That's my word, I don't f** with fake b**hes) (That's my word, my whole circle hate snitches) (That's my word, we hit the block and gang riches) [Crooked I - over Hook] b**h, f** 'em! Tell 'em, never, naw I got the Chef in this b**h, go! [Raekwon] Aiyyo, I'm like the modern day Malcolm X heads, Gillettes and a Mac Chrome jammy villain rollin bones with the family, hear me? Hydro lit, Air Wick, bag of dope with the Schick Plastic baggies with the gun on my dick You know I play the benches and dip Catch me in the trenches of brick, 17-9, my ninjas'll lick Play games, lame names'll get shot up on planes I swear to e'rything I might smear you in flames Try to play this, spray this My sons come through in the Angus steak Ranges, or ropin a plain b**h Shoot 'em shorty, light 'em, roll up on 'em and bite 'em Get your metals next week, if successful you eat No playin fame low-key, you O.G. you the same Lex Diamond 'matic rap y'all, pure as c**aine We stay the real, literal, I'm only visually ill If you relate, love to hate and don't be f**in up mil's [Hook] [Crooked I - over Hook] Tell 'em We ain't f**in with none of you fake-a** n***as Hate you fake b**hes [EDI] That's my word, you know we ain't, goin out lame Got them big toys out tonight, we showin out mayne Used to shank like a surgeon, remove your frame It's Edi and Crooked, with the Chef we ain't playin The money keep growin, along with the reputation This Outlaw sh**, gon' live forever, just be patient Banned from TV, but the streets still waitin We stand like true G's, while the s**er n***as flagrant Showin they true colors on the sideline hatin While I'm on vacation spendin this rap money amazin How we +Link+ like +Cubans+ I went from rap to rock like Rick Rubin, I'm a muh'f**in movement All by my lonely, ain't no phonies around me And if it is point 'em out, let me handle my biz (that's what it is) d**h before dishonor Your Honor, I plead guilty If they don't feel me better muh'f**in k** me I'm a Outlaw! [Hook] [Crooked I] I want all my N.Y. n***as to f** with this West Coast n***a on this sh**! Every Eastsider's a rider ready to fight a war Long Beach, everybody in the city by the shore Is a giant, a tyrant, or carnivorous dinosaur We a documentary just waitin for Michael Moore I got n***as on the block pushin her-on from Bangkok Get it from Thai b**hes who put it where we bang co*k And they just like me, homie we aim Glocks Pull them arms out without talkin 'bout tanktops Just let me and my n***as rise and I'm good View the world through the eyes of the hood It's like I still got the umbilical cause I wouldn't cut My underbelly ties if I could - visualize if you would (what) A city full of Nazi a** cops tryin to jam me up Pigface Weapon Waist, nothin over family, what I point a pistol at your Shirley Temple It's a +Hard Knock Life+, I'll make you +Little Orphans+ Annie/ante up! [Hook]