Crooked I - k** Us All lyrics

Circle Of Bosses, Cash Over b**hes Crip Or Blood, Conducting Organized Business Controlling Our Block, Cartel Of Ballers Cussin' Out Broads, and we Crossin' Over Bridges This is how we do it on the motherf**in' eastside Sippin' dat liquor, my n***a higher than a G5 Keepin' them automatic weapons whenever we ride Hit 'em up with that C.O.B. like Crooked trippin' on Hennessy and Patron Light 'em up, hit the enemy with the chrome Julius Luciano, my n***a Kenny Siegel Andrew Dinero, Demetrius Capone JC'll give you three to the dome Sauce the boss, he puttin' weed in the bong Like Cheech did with Chong and my n***a Big Style Got the keys to the beach better creep when it's on Just talked to Trey D on the phone He told me Crooked get the keys to the brome(?) It's yo turn, take a seat on the throne Where you belong and hold it to the cheese, come home Feels good to be a gangsta MC Boss of the west n***a, lord of the underground Everywhere I be my nina dip with me, better wear a vest cause the boy don't f** around BRRRT stick 'em HA HA HA stick 'em Hit 'em in his face, send him in his space BRRRT stick 'em the triggas I'm finna pick'em til the pistols in my waist, put'em in they place You don't like it s** a motherf**in' bozack BRAT BRAT for peelin' yo afro back Leave a n***a Kojak, freeze'em like a Kodak Fit to getcha sh** I'm quick to hitcha it's the mista C-R uh-oh uh-oh You f** with me, you better knuh-oh uh-oh Six feet deep, is where ya guh-oh uh-oh Rest in peace, that's fasho uh-oh I'm putting bullets in that heater, I'm filling that millimeter To the top of the clip, poppin' the drop and I dip I told ya, you would have to see the liters of the squeezers For poppin that sh**, your head I drop in a ditch I'm apocalyptic, you got me twisted When I'm out east ima co*k the biscuits When I'm in the midwest, we gon rock to this sh** In the Dirty South ima knock a thick b**h Bust in a room, it's all co*k and lipstick s**ed up every last drop of liquid She thought that I would f** her, she was optimistic Maybe next time, now is not the business Cause a n***a gotta go, back to the west Packin' my bag, grabbin' my mac and my vest Got a trunk full of weed, speedin' on the freeway, no I don't need no map on this quest Cause I know what I'm doin, put a cat to the test Gat that'll clap, send'em after ya chest Two holes in your neck like I'm dracula yes You askin' for me n***a, you ask for the BEST