Mr. Ivan - All Crossed Up lyrics

[Ivan Talkin] Me my self I gotz a problem with these hoes tryna cross a n***a up But Ima have to blast on these hoes if they ever try to step But check it out as I run it down to ya {Verse 1} Its hard to get my serve on runnin from F.B.I Survelance like I'm f**in' playin I-Spy They tryna bust my a** fa 12 Ki's of Cocaine But all I got is a rock and I'm given em false names I slip as a long dick with extra vaseline Them n***as up on my block is gettin skripped when I hit the scene Steady a** n***a, I'll puttin whippin's on them n***as a** Everyday artillary, I'm holdin a hockey mask Creepin to my rock spot, quiet as the f** I rocked up all my coke, packaged my sh** and get the f** I'm all crossed up by a stinky a** b**h Who's lookin from above and s** a crusty a** dick I left the tramp screamin, shot her twice up in her face I left that stanky b**h and didn't leave a, leave a trace I'm surrounded by one time, now I'm on the run "A Suspect with a bag of coke and a Tec-9 gun" I fled to the Florida and opened up shop I'm chillin on co*kress with a hand fulla rocks Fiends see my face, they know to break before they checks They come to point the scraps but then they know what to expect I gets my dough they go headed straight into the project Before they leave my set, they bin is spin, that ho checked See I ain't givin a f** cause I'm a money hungry n***a A n**idy as gangsta sellin crack and gettin bigga A dirty a** ball game like Will Smith been kickin it And motha f**in dog a** hoes are there with b**hes, and get me All Crossed up {Hook} All crossed up them hoes will have you on yo back But I dont give a f** cause I'mma still slang my crack All crossed up them hoes will have you on yo back But I dont give a f** cause I'mma still slang my crack {Verse 2} I reach on the set, I gots to change my, clothes So I'm not ratted out my them funky a**, hoes I gots to watch my back cause on the streets I can't, sit One Time's on me nutz and tryna take me on a, trip And motha f** them Melphs man, them b**hes can't faze me The only way I stop sellin' my sh** is if they pay me The only way they catch me is if I start to blast Gotta be dead, can't see me cause I always got my Hockey Mask Always keepin a clip in, neva caught slippin, keepin 'em trippin n***a I'm comin out dead or alive quarter birds I'll be flippin A hustler on the rap page and good thing its a sale Crack up on your dick and (???) Takin' a puff of that powder, I'm hopin like the king You tried to test me nuts, now I'mma have to split ya wig Cause I'm all crossed... {Hook} {Verse 3} n***a I got me rocks and I could start makin' fiends drop n***a them rocks make you flip ups and when I'm shootin I neva stop b*atches! If you come in my way with that short sh** The second I pull my sh** you betta start runnin b**h I know you gots your crack so lil daddy up it With the Tec stickin dead in ya back, and if ya move n***a f** it I'm shakin, taken, never no fakin, never no taken and taken a n***a do not what I am Biggidy blast leavin them n***as stankin Thats on the real, I'm a stone born crack dealer A.K.A mister, mister Blast, Mister cap peeler Also known fa pullin' a drive by with a hockey mask Biggidy, Biggidy blast slangin that crack up on ya donk-ay Shoot you in ya head until ya dead ain't givin a f** I'll still go sell my sh** but still I'm all crossed, all crossed... (Hook) All crossed up them hoes will have you on yo back But I dont give a f** cause I'mma still slang my crack All crossed up them hoes will have you on yo back But I dont give a f** cause I'mma still slang my crack All crossed up them hoes will have you on yo back But I dont give a f** cause I'mma still slang my crack [Ivan Talkin] Yeah, Thats how I do it for you ole busta a** hoes That be tryin to rat a n***a out behind they sh** Because a n***a doin good, you think you could come, f** wit a n***a But it ain't bout all that there n***a still gon get theirs fu*k you ole dog a** hoes b**h I'm all crossed up and you'll be flat on your f**in back bieetch