Jim Gittum - Gangsta Gumbo lyrics

[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...)