1.Introduction
2.Crook Playa
Introducin mr. lucci, tha wig split loco
Unfuckwitable crook have yo whole gang in a choke hold
I run wit 4 niggaz that's so cold and i'm known for gettin dirty
I smack niggaz for 30-30's, dispersin slugs in a hurry
Cant let no nigga disturb me or interrupt me when i'm on my
mission
Watchin these niggaz scurry from choppers wit clip extentions
All hataz be flinchin when i appear in they dimension
Strivin on bad intentions puttin niggaz life up on suspension
Jus aint a normal nigga, i be that diabolical figure
Straight weeded left all dead, they braided up lookin slicker
Crooked scissorhands and tha rippla got my back down 4 whateva
I'm a 16, smokin clever, 155 a devil
Aka tha crooked rebel wit a neck full of gold and ice pebbles
All my stoneycrook brothaz stay flossed out to tha top level
Mr. lucci neva settle wit punk boyz on hate shit
Whoopin niggaz azz, quick and fast like an agent on matrix
Chorus
Who dat blowin big killa in tha back of tha club
Who dat choosin real women while deletin tha scrubs
Who dat rollin up tha cake, who's a crook in tha place
Who dem ipsy tipsy playaz from tha lone star state
We tha cats you dunno takin ova thangz
We tha cats who don pulled akickdoe on tha game
We tha ones wit tha guns, we tha crew wit tha juice
We dem crook typed playaz boy dont let us get loose
Open yo eyes wide playa, take notice of me
Aint no quittin while i'm rippin, no intentions to flee
Got my calvary posted now tell me, wha ya'll wanna do？
Got no time for ya boastin ya think ya bad wit yo crew
Now who's tha victim left to breath on tha mic
He cant handle me really so now he agged and wanna fight
I'm tha hype of tha party, tha ammo and a clip
Take a breather 4 i leave ya face down where you sit
And tha competition, oh they get flattin by bows
Cause we aint bowin down, busta think he bad cause he older
I'ma show ya, time to pick tha place up in tha check and shit
And if you aint no dallas sho nuff to be reckoned wit
Pick a betta click wit a mass of foes ( and wha？)
Let tha record show how we surpass em though
Now wha you maskin 4？
Who it is？ it's tha rippla turnin heads when i enter
Tha pookie wit tha mista
Chorus
Now we got em lookin got em all up in our grill
We cant stop we 2 crooked, so its like pass me tha kill
On tha real, i'm chillin, so they betta make way
Got lucci spittin some venom, y these bustaz wanna hate？
So say wha u say and we gon do wha we do
Continue to drop platinum azz hitz by tha crew
I'm used to bein smokin on a regular basis
Refuse to be, sellin dope and catchin these cases
I choose to be, tight up on my game like a pro
Smashin on these hoes, and makin tha big doe
Behold, mr. pookie slash rippla jones
I been livin like a crook since tha day i was born
On my own homie, i spit tha game how i feel
Its time to let em all know its about to get real
Tha deal is playa, keep yo hands off, watch that damn talk
And proceed to leave so please walk
Chorus
3.Southern Made Playa
K-roc and pookie bout gon and drop it crooked like we really can
Flossin in this bitch and go get funky bout my dividends
See i'm gon be tha man, wit tha plan and tha ends
Flossin through dallas, texas in tha new 2000 benz
Wit some hen, and a fat sack of indo, my head is in tha sky
I'm gettin high, and wit my kinfolk, see i dont neva choke
Cause i been blowin almost everyday, y you askin y？
In junior high, boy i been chiffin hay
Now i'm gettin paid and like to blow mo than i used to blow
I like em burnin slow, so now i'm off to get some optimos
Nigga, you didnt know, jus how we doin, got yo auntie, she
pursuin
Yo lil sister been boo-hooin, and yo gal i been screwin
But i'm movin on cause i cant let my paper stop
And she dont want me gon, pookie say they rollin dice blocks
from mine
Like 2pac on hennessey, until i pass out
Blowin on some green, i cant be seen, up in that glass house,
playa
Bounce, a southern made playa make tha crowd jus, bounce
And cant nobody do it like we do it in tha south
Got everybody talkin cause they know if its clown
Your preferably a rival when tha crooks hit yo town
Tired of facin' drama ya'll, watch this playa rip it
Wishin life was like a soccer ball, all my fools can kick it
Wassup wit it, k-roc gon and get tha switches from tha track
Southern made, grab tha blade, and split that bitch on down tha
back
My reaction to tha weed is a calm cool state
Like a missle on tha way, i jus cant wait to detonate
In tha days of tha hemingway, rollin lovely blunts
Who's to say i saw tha trigga spray, boy we had it krunk
Bout to dump, on this niggaz wit tha m1 cock
Quick to hit a 2 way stop, wit that 45 beam on top
Bodies drop, see me flexin, lil ol texan, from tha crook
North dallas off tha hook, bound to leave them bustas shook
Peep and look, i stay creased, wit k-swiss up on my feet
Smokin blacks when it aint no weed, hit this blunt, oh yes
indeed
I'ma sleep, see passion for these hoes has got cha stronger
She dancin and unchancin, that's cause pookie all up on her
Look at cha southern made, playa laid, back in tha shade
Jus tha rippla, come to get cha, wit these blunts i'ma blaze
And today is jus anotha, like a muthafuckin otha
It's not safe stay undercover, get yo paper, fuck tha colors
See them bustas, and organize a lick we finsta hit
Quick to skeam up on this nigga, out to get that treasure shit
That's tha mind of a crook, jus a section in our brain
Where we felt like we couldnt have it, so we had to grab it man
Who's to blame？ my conscience saw tha crooked times we livin in
Time to stack some dividends, i'm at tha mall wit plenty ends
It's me again, playa of tha year, dark and lovely
Makin moves on hoes that love me, gurl stay back if you scrubby
And yo hubby, it's best that he stay clear when i'm near
Cause that static, cause of fear, me and yo bitch ova hea
That's 4 real, so nigga stay back yo gurl has chosen
Dont wanna see you get yo face cracked, pookie has spoken
4.Comin Hard
Now uh, which way he came, left or right, you can squash that
I came from all directions playa, can you top that？
I got em waitin mr. rippla, how you droppin it？
See, i'ma drop it wit a cd full of major hits
I got tha switch when its click, i'm in tha zone fool
And plus you know that i'm gon rip it fo tha song through
It's time to shine, time to polish off my game right
Krunk like its game night or a roy jones title fight
Wit combinations that can spark up in a blaze fire
I'm gettin paid while you bustas goin haywire
So wha you say now？ i brought tha ruckus
Testin tha bustas, got sumthin to say but no they love us
Indeed, i bring tha trees when its time to choke
Ready to beat up on tha foes at tha end of tha show
This time you know, my crooks stay on top of they game
And when you least expect it thea's anotha hook to tha brain
Chorus(juiell)
Balla, if you a balla tell em how you comin hard
Hustla, if you a hustla, baby hustle like a superstar
Playa, cause we some playaz and you know jus who we are
Crooksta, if you a crook tell em how ya comin hard
Right back at cha, awww hell naw i wont ease up
Dont got me krunk now, picture me wit cheese stuffed
In my pockets, i bout to get it on a paper rage
Gotta make my paper change, increase my paper weight
Set tha stage, aint got no killaz on tha payroll
Only my crook playaz wit me from tha get go
Let it be known i'm from dallas, that's in texas
Bring it on, as if you think you can outflex us
Betta bring yo best, cause i'm runnin round these fools
I been waitin for this very day, straight up clownin fools
I'll face him, who, you, wha, that's to all my foes
See we gunnin when we runnin playa, knockin down closed doors
And uh, down to strike a pose when i finish rippin on these
figgaz
Makin sure my presence felt, boy i been bound to come up wit cha
It's tha mr. comin hard on em, bring tha track, i'ma bomb on em
Kevin a put tha guard on em, i'ma bout to storm on em
Chorus
Now you see in a change of clothes, still creased down
Got my ice on my fingers and struttin hard through tha town
And i cant forget my crown, flip tha brim like a pimp
Slide my fingers across, that's to make sure of tha fit
Got tha ladies checkin this and my hair whipped up
And a sack in my pocket, french connection in tha cut
Valley ruff on tha mic, when i'm chillin like this
That's when i'm ballin wit my crooks feelin tipsy and shit
I'm comin dizzy wit hits, and cant nobody fade tha g's
I'm as witable, hitable no he strappin on these 3's
You can try, you wont succeed, i'm to playa like, playboy
I know some tru cats that'll whoop you and yo homeboys
Me and pookie solo johnson in tha old school
Clubbin wit no rules, peepin tha foes 2
Eatin some soul food and now we choosin
It's mr. pookie neighborhood watchin, crooks is movin
Chorus
5.Annie Maes
Follow my wickedness, now can you picture this？
2 deadly crooks, went off tha hook,
Don smoked a blunt, i feel tha dizzyness
Twist yo ass up, real tight wrapped up like twizzler
My nigga jus wont cha to feel a, crooked nigga off audelia
Dallas texas, we quickly risin up and surprisin
So light up anotha splif, get ready to dip, off in that highland
Sky friend, down wit me we smokin that annie mae
Catch a nigga talkin shit, he my enemy
Like kennedy, he gettin sprayed
So i keep my gauge loaded, pop, pop
Uh oh, there they go, let anotha flee
4 real crooks runnin tight wit me
Jus a crooked ass nigga finna claim these streets
Beats i rip em, oh yes indeed aint nuthin simpler
Gotta 0 for them foes, that stories untold
Yes i'm tha rippla, watch out when i hit cha
And keep on comin when thea's trouble
I'm gon pop tha trunk, down to pump, and make these niggaz
scuffle
Bust yo bubble, if tha static start
Infrared up on his heart
That's to set this shit apart
Nigga, that's b4 it starts
Chorus： juiell (repeat 2x)
Take out fucked up lungs from tha blunt smoke
4 deep, eyes closed, gon on that door to door
Smokin on annie maes, swervin up in that burbon
Sippin on that syrup and ya'll aint heard me, nigga
I bring mo grim than mr. reeper, keep watchin me cause i'ma
creeper
Pull out my pistol faster than you reach and check yo beeper
See we teachers, and soon as you break fast, class had started
Some of you will fall short in yo mission to be tha hardest
Now retarted mean slow, so i was blessed to ride tha big bus
Whoopin niggaz wit false nuts, fuck em and feed em saltdust
Cause all us, we killaz, enemies aint no kin to me
Drop em off in tha trinity, tha endin of a killin spree
Outsmoke a chimney, that's me, carousin that figure
Nigga, go blow yo swisha, watch me blow a swisha bigger
Then send you to a place, where you taste nuthin but cake
All tha beats made by kevin a., k-roc you face
Slow it down k, i'm tryin to let em know that they cant touch us
We on our way to annie maes, smoked out up in this cutlass
Hataz want ruckus, but all my niggaz like fuck em
Let's go back to puffin and go try to fuck us sumthin
Time to hit tha dance flo', look at her, goddamn hoe
Bring a couple of yo friends so my niggaz can play em like
banjos
But i'm jus sayin though, get yo team and i'll get mine
We can sip up on this wine, smoke some weed and get so high
I'd be lyin, if i said i wasnt attracted by yo biddies
Lustin for them titties, make yo booty jump like switches
But tension buildin up, some ol busta and his freak
Tryin to battle up in tha club cause he fucked her friend last
week
I'm gon keep, my composure, head swiftly for tha exit
Already 2：55 and these niggaz out hea wreckin
I'm bettin it's gon be, mo drama in a minute
Baby momma might be in it, swearin to god that she gon kill him
Man i feel him, i hit tha block a couple of times and go
Roll it up fast, smash on tha gas, its time to hit tha way to go
Time to choke and not a lil bit, roll up a swisha shit
I'm be smokin til my lungs get big,(til wha？) my lungs get big,
nigga
Who is that？ tha rockla nigga, comin up tha block sparklin
Lettin my dawgs holla in my black ashton martin's
What you got nigga？ we some soljaz, we marchin
Like my nigga, p, tha industry is a toy
We bangin wit tha east coast flow and tha hub coast twang
But a crook 4 life nigga, that's tha game, got claim？
I gotta ak 47 and i call it kc
Cause he sound so sweet, when i let him go and release heat
Cant forget his brotha jojo, tha 44 on my hip
When i run outta his brotha, best believe he a trip
Nigga sippin sumthin, comin down clean and i'm dippin sumthin
Fast nigga, blow past niggaz like eric dickerson
I aint sportin gators but you niggaz betta watch me though
Fubued out tha game, crooked chain, wit a foxy hoe
Feelin like a millionaire sippin hennessey
Full of green trees, you niggaz betta picture me
6.Down Like That
Well its like this, i'ma keep it faint, i mean swift
Got ak 's cocked and aimin and sprayin, 4 you ready to trip
Keep it on yo hip if you aint steady boy we ready to spray
Nigga down to box but we know you punk niggaz wasnt raised up
that way
Especially not today, niggaz be talkin shit and poppin they
trunk
Nigga jus dont know, i'ma be calm and bitch that's jus like i'm
krunk
So ya wanna dump, i specialize in aimin and pickin off figures
Dont even recognize you as niggaz
Betta get on back, 4 i attack like cobra's, poisonous venom
Get em, they comin, nigga heard stoneycrook was runnin
I wasnt thea for tha confrontation nigga if i was ida been str8
jumpin
Now its comin for you, talkin shit,
Watch out stoneycrook be bombin bitch, now you all up on my dick
Aint it bad enuff that i got yo bitch？
So i switch to anotha level, smokin my weed
We get it bad enuff wit police, dont need you fuckin wit me
And got yo bitch comin ova wit tha pounds and sacks
She gon give them hoes to me, she say she down like that
We from tha south, we puts it down like that
And dont you niggaz try to hate cause clowns on that
Yes we from dallas and our city full of clowns and macs
Where even bitches get they riches nigga pounds and sacks
Believe that!!!!!
Go get yo money, cause its comin, playa you dont wanna miss it
It's tha rockla who gon rock it wit tha rippla who gon rip it
Nigga trippin cause we pimpin and i'm drippin nuthin but ice
Got yo sister and yo wife hollerin they aint nuthin nice
Pay tha price cause you don lost em and we flossin wit
precaution
If these hataz run up on me, i'ma let off some exhaustion
Aint no bossin on my block, see that's y i keep a glock
And my gurl, she keep tellin me ' boy, k-roc you need to stop'
So, i'ma drop off so clean, get some weed and some hennessey
Write me up a ryhme, hit tha stage, rockin wit tha g's
You aint neva seen, these playaz come outta nowhere
Only to get this money, no money, playa i dont care
Bout wha you hollerin about cause in tha south, you will get
domed
Young niggaz get they caps peeled for actin like they grown
And we chiffin on, some shit they put in folks when they be
sleep
And niggaz run up like police, and askin wha is it you chiffin
Some playa shit!!!!
Cant overlook it, we 2 crooked, recognize these chalets
I was born in dallas, where we withstand our battles
And tha cattle, we jus humpin 4 was niggaz to eat
So we stay strong on our feet, nigga we dont quit to defeat
Stack up on heat and were ready, not for drama, 4 fetti
Cause these niggaz takin paper but i'm blastin em steady
Hea to tell it like it is, crooks aint got nuthin to give
Tryin to show me where you live, been mistaken i'm in yo grill
Where tha kill？ i know you got tha weed hea today
It dont matta, when gon scatta, and gon find it hid away
Pistol play, bulletholes in tha wall from tha tusslin
Hungry and i'm strugglin, believe i'm po hustlin'
But tougher than muthafuckas take me off to be
I got venom in my veins, i'm not tha same, beware of me
Besta flee, 4 tha rath of me, get mixed up wit my mood swing
Attitude has switched, so watch tha shit, these crooked fools
bring
And we aint trippin, we jus down like this
It's been a long time comin, nigga bounce to this
We bring tha clips and flip tha script
Ready waitin, busta trip
Chemotherapy's in order, abatrois finna slaughter
Wit a harbor, but still i find tha time to smoke and chill
Cool and calm is how i feel, dallas texas flexin steels, nigga
Its jus like that, boy, uh, stoneycrook
7.Interlude Tha Snitch
8.Visions Of A Silent One
Comin up tha muthafuckin block, its tha undertaker
Jus throw yo hands in tha air, dont move a muscle i wont
hesitate ta
Jus let you have it wit a few thangz
No need for runnin and duckin cause wit this missle pack,i'm
takin aim
Now all these methods, need to finish him
I took my sack out my pocket and smoked a blunt as i diminished
him
Intoxicated, rule number 1 pookie jus cant be faded
High off that dosha, i don told ya i was bound to make it
Niggaz smoke, forget that drama i be tellin ya
Cause me and my crooks stay on cloud 9 on tha regular
And sense we crooks, jus some killaz we motivate to get cha
Pull out that knife and slit yo throat and watch yo body shiver
Jus will peel ya, hollow points is hittin quicker
Standin ova yo body and watchin that blood spilla
Say hoe, jus have a seat and listen thea to tha beat
As tha words come out my mouth and grab hard by yo feet
Penetratin to yo nerves, sendin signals to yo brain
As i post up on tha curve, do you forget i'm tha blame？
Wit tha finastatic, lift up my shirt to pistol i will grab it
Killin folks and smokin blunts, i'm lettin these niggaz have it
Visions of a silent one, loadin up an extra clip
Foes out to get me but these rounds will spill up out my clip
Trip and watch me throw some shit at yo head
No clear description of this face leavin coppers mislead
Now look into tha eyes of a muthafuckin crook (whatcha see？)
Jus a crip azz nigga high as he can be
Wit them 3 mo crooks, in otha words, my motives
Be comin hard, i told ya, and spittin shit so potent
And toastin to heavy burdens, nigga i'm on my own
Gauge inside yo dome to solve tha problem at home
It's on, now tha pressure's on my back wit a tree
Damn i gotta hit a lick (naw you need to hit that weed)
Stressin me is a baby momma gripin and cryin
Man i hope she aint lyin about this baby bein mine
And times is changin, you betta peep tha world around you
Comin up i'm bound to a southside clown fool
Mr. pookie, mr. muffit, k-roc and c-pone
Rippin beats we see on
Smokin killa til we gon
Loan me them pistols so i can make a dismissal, what
Wont need to dis you, leave you shitty like some tissue
Bitch you anotha havoc, cause boy i aint gon have it
My visions of a silent one release tha automatic
Let you have it wit tha gauge, buckshots come from every way
Got em lost in tha maze betta yet i see you dazed
Be amazed by tha power i posess, that i stress
Turn tha s to a p on yo muthafuckin chest
It's best you keep yo distance cause nigga i jus wont listen
Come on in my dimension and let's get into some killin
(pookie please jus let me live, man)
Bitch would you let me live？
(huh？)
That's wha i thought
(gun shot)
Surprise nigga i hit that scene when you think i wouldnt
Talkin shit to my niggaz now boy you really shouldnt
Cause tha pack in tha back of me they really killaz
Cut you up, body show nuthin but yo body shiver
Flossin that bitch that you wit and really shit to me
Cause i don already fucked that hoe
But you cant tell and you cant see
How a pimp that be me, be actin quiet and calm
Be quick to snatch yo bitch and leavin that hoochie body numb
Tha fun of her, lickin my back and my azz
Told me to lick up on her, but hoe now i think i'll pass
I'd rather smoke on a blunt i get so high i get tweeted
I try to stop smokin so much, k-roc keepin me weeded
Jus back on off of me though dont wont no mo or no static
I'd rather reach for my gun, bust a pump, let some punk nigga
have it
This nigga dont know where i'm from homeboy you betta take a
look
Because i'm out of clean and dirty, 13030 stoneycrook
9.Interlude Drama
10.Destiny
Destiny, now can you tell me wha's tha meanin
Where i'm goin in this life,its so trife,i get to skeemin and
dreamin
Is thea a way i can make my route pay
Talkin bout tha shit i used to do back in tha day
But hey, times are hard and 4 me its get harder
Got so many problems, they jus build up real quick like tarter
Avoid tha few, and jus hang wit tha crew, as if u didnt knew
It be that stoneycrook crew, its a hard life
And its affectin me so strong, sleepin hea and sleepin thea
Not havin a place to call my home, this is wrong
I aint neva had it hard like this
But momma always told it would be a day like this
Dirty po shit, baby i cant do it too long
Cause i don had too much to stay down, gotta eat and stay strong
Even though my brotha, he'll be thea through thick and thin
Wont be gon in tha wind, like so called friends
Pick up tha pen, let if flow like tha trinity
Problems steady killin me, gotta get some ends in my vicinity
I'm in it deep, reep when i'm smashin on yo homies
I didnt wanna do it, me and my baby need some money
Hungry for this rap shit, phony, oh no, not this
Wanted by tha po-po's, they wont get me, i'm too swift
Dip off to tha cliff, k-roc fiya up this splif
Aint nobody pagin me, cut our pager off this hip, its a trip
Wha is my destiny？ tell me
Got some problems in my mind, rewind, so i can find it
These niggaz need to realize, my team gon keep climbin
To find tha true meanin, haitian, devestation
Not knowin wha you're facin, can be a lifetime complication
So i'm lacin, these blunts wit weed, keep my g's, right beside
me
I dunno where danger is goin to find me
Behind these doors that's where i stay
Wit a blunt up in my mouth and a cocked ak
And each day, i get tempted by these hoe ass niggaz
So-so ass niggaz, jus po ass niggaz
And i been broke b4 playa, but i kept my dreamin
And i aint neva lettin it go 4 no goddamn cream
Now fuck a football team, fuck that shit, what this means
Is that i be damned if i'm 40 still servin these fiends
And all tha shit i seen, wasnt no diamonds and pearls
My destiny is to be blind from this fucked up world
Nigga!!!!!!
Still doin bad, but life is bout to change
My homie jus called me cause he was bout to lace tha game
You willin to rip it wit tha rockla and tha rap？
Makin bread off wha you said, puttin dallas on tha map
Say no mo, i'll be ready when tha time is right
Got to be patient in this game, but that's hard in life
I got to fight, off hataz while i'm duckin tha laws
Keep some money in my pocket, clothes, shoes and draws
Neva pause, if i do i might slip off wit tha lifeless
Beggin to tha lord, bring me closer to tha brightness
How can i fight this？
A bag of weed, feelin loco wit my crooks, gotta skeem 4 cheese
My opportunity came so i grabbed it
Now i see my future in tha mist of all tha bad shit
Hopin i dont pass it, tryin to keep a job and chill
But now thea's 2 things on my patience, have no time to live
Still feelin like i'm young, but i'm old enuff
I must be trippin, get a hold of it, control tha stuff
Leave tha lust of my dealin wit tha fools who want it
Keep on slangin though you'll find a betta way to get up on it
Listen homie it wont last long, wait til yo cash gon
You gon be feelin bad cause you broke and you smash on
No mo sackin and flippin burgers from scratch
I'm in tha studio, rippin up tracks
11.Find Yourself.. By Yourself
Listen lady i jus wanna get some thangz off my chest
And let you know, i know you played separated from th rest
To tha test, is wha i put you through
I alwayz knew i would separate from you and still hang wit my
crew
When i met ya, we was like a pair of rams in tha hill
And now we bumpin heads everyday like a drill
But still i'm feelin you're backin off, money you're slackin off
Pookie dont take no loss so, gurl, you pay tha cost
Got cha lost and yo mind confused
All about mr. poo, cant get tha keys so you can use
A fool you playin me for, thinkin i cant see ya
Now want me to believe ya, class has started i'm tha teacher
Believer, crooked azz nigga in yo thoughts
Tha only one to switch around wha you been taught
A hawk, that's game, for all tha tricks you brang
Release you from this thang, you broke tha love i bring tha pain
A change, is sumthin i'll adapt to if i have 2
Take ova like a raptor, jus to see myself in laughter
You really wanna know, gurl, you shoulda been tha one
But i knew that this would happen for tha simple fact you young
I love you so...you'll neva knowwwww
Cause it was all about you
You know its real, still. you wanna give me hell up on tha
telephone
Tellin me, k-roc please, stay home and get yo organ on
Not for long, miss, i'm tired
I will admit back in tha dayz that i told a lot of lies
Now that i'm right, you dont wanna see it through my eyes
I'm not tha man for you then lady please step aside
Cause they dont hear you cry and they dont hear your pain
And all i'd wish you'd do is use yo own damn brain
This thang, i left you wit i cant remove in due time
But all i need from you is reassurance that you mine
Tha signs of tha times, i can see em all comin
I dont wanna be left up in this land without my woman
Dummy i am not...but stupid i may be
But only if it means lovin you eternally
I sleep thinkin about you and i wake screamin yo name
I neva met a gurl, in this world, to make me change
It's only 1 b4 ya, which is she who brought me life
Steady tellin me its real, when i'm knowin that you trife
In spite of wha you done, i'ma gon and make a truce
I gave you sumthin those in tha past couldnt produce
Tha use of sayin i love you to a man that wasnt yo pops
See, i love you jus like daddy only i can hit yo spot
To tha top, we can go cause i dont want nobody else
But if you cant come at me clean then i'm gon leave you by
yoself
Chorus
Tired of messin wit you, thought i was finished, i aint through
See, i been waitin to tell ya, guess you been waitin on it 2
All tha tricks you used to do, thinkin i didnt know
Made a couple of suspicions to go along wit tha show
Played tha mad role, jus to see how you'd respond
And you went downhill baby, when you ran from tha home
A empty throne, by my side that's not fit for a king
You aint fit for a ring, look at tha drama that you bring
And streams of cut, i bet you feel real bad
And dreams are crushed, and left to dwell on tha past
I'm mad but glad, i kept strivin wit tha times
And wonder for you, y a good man is hard to find
Wha could it be？ she always lookin for someone to take care of
she
But they cant understand this game, its 50-50 see
At least wit me that's how it is, i been doin bad for years
Hold ya own be for real, and tha scrill 'll come lata
Times gettin greater, and want me to save her
Nowhere to run cause i made her
And no i dont hate cha, i hope tha best for ya gurl
And yes, you got some mo thangz to learn bout tha world
So swirl, yo attention into yo life and wha it means
Set you some goals and get dat azz out tha streets
And me, i'm chillin and my babygurl rollin
No longer strollin, look at tha paper tha i'm holdin
Chorus
12.Interlude： The Feds
13.Crook 4 Life
mr. pookie]
I'ma jump it off straight up rippin
Pop my clip in best beware to tha nigga dat's trippin
Over there think i see em
Finna ta get him, who came wit him
Nigga stay in yo place
Dont know who sprayin tha mase
But i betcha motherfuckers betta move
'fore i get in tha mood and what？ straight act a fool
Pass it fool you niggaz can't hold us
Continuous throwin these boulders
Dont act like nobody ain't told ya
These crooks came to uphold ya
Take notice of clicka nigga
Off of audelia nigga
Outta my face or i will kill a nigga
Betta yet steel a nigga
Feel tha rippla
Rippin you hoes up in his face crushin his flows
You a disgrace, one to the dome
Up in his place robbin his home
Takin it all i'll be down to ride
Dallas is bound to rise
Where did i turn bitch now its our time
Lyrical homicide
Stakes are high though we're still blowin,still smokin, still
chiffin
Up in this game we aint tip toein
See tha dope blow and ima weed fiend
Finna bleed steam nigga
So keep yo eyes on the night, cause i jus might
Hit yo crib now where you live i'ma crook 4 life
Lay it down i'ma crook 4 life
If u feel it will you ball wit me
Lay it down i'ma crook 4 life
You don't wanna fuck wit me
Get ready for tha armageddon war
Betta load yo shit, get ready to die bitch
Stoneycrook niggaz'll creep and then crawl
Bustin at niggaz and breakin they jaws
In paws a nigga, neva, betta load this glock im sick of this
bullshit
Ammunition be totted 4 dayz, ready to blast all up in yo face
Fake hazin shit and pistol grips, pastor pookie nigga rip that
bitch
Soljaz like you neva have seen
On tha block we all mug mean, my team stay green
Money that is, crooked ass niggaz have nuthin to give
Takin yo money and evictin yo bitch
Open yo mouth get shot in yo ribs
Who in tha fuck do you think that you are？
Fuckin wit much as i blew up yo car
Leave yo body all ripped and blown
Like k-roc hittin that abatrois
Bodybags in front of yo street
Blown out skulls and burnt out feet
Ask me why did i kill that bitch
My pitbull needed some fuckin meat
Streets are no longer safe 4 kids
A nigga might flip and cut out yo ribs
Enter tha devious thoughts of niggaz from stoneycrook
That's how we live - torture his ass, strangle his ass
Rip out his heart then laugh at his ass
Stoneycrook niggaz are causin confusion
And bustin at niggaz we goin at
Awww shit now its on
Nigga throwed in the zone
Get cha ready for the real shit
Sippin down pill shit
But tha trill shit
Bust ya real quick
When a nigga wanna squish it
Stay on my grind so i dont spend shit
So wha's the deal bitch
Gotta drill shit
Til you feel shit
But focus i'll still spend
Workin i'm a kill kids
Niggaz fallin down like a nigga did shit
Grab my weed cause i feel quick
And i'ma tilt it, lift it, twist it in tha bud smoke
I'm into green, nigga love to choke
Followed by a newport
Cloud 9, high and a crooked flow
Reached in my jeans wit tha low spoke
Glock tote, no joke
Crook loch on my chest, fuck tha rest
Done seen tha best, finna test
Tryin to jest mess around
When surrounded by paramedics
Cops sayin tha press release
Addressed my issued blues
And payin dues to tha crews
Actin fools wit tha stoneycrook
Last time a nigga looked
Then played by tha book
Young life got took as tha body shook
Bitch i'm the king you tha rookie know the bait
That the pen create
Cause you a mark bitch that's a born fact
Never see a crook actin like that
We'll get down on stacks
Work our mind, make our money, make a track
Dallas got bread by the stacks
Ballers in pallas, bourbons, jeeps on sweet killaz so we gotta
go
Neva once been a hoe
Finsta pull a kick doe
Fuck a friend or a foe
Make a nigga die slow
Trail trail the logo
That a nigga flow fo
Sho fo
Even take a blo fo
To my brotha never say no
Only thing you want mo
Cause i'ma crook, diabolical
14.So High Serenade
smokin time on da blunt wit me yeaaa. smokin wit mr.pookie yea
smokin smoookin
Yea now ay wont u come smoke wit me, fillen so fine now fillen
jus righ now
Smoke wit me tonight we'll be so high oh yeaaaa roll it up in a
altamo swisha
Sweet u kno were gold..i smoke ..knows i smoke now how many
bluntz do u get
Outtta dime sacc takes me 2 i dunno about you , come on smoke
wit me
15.Smoke One
I can feel it in the back of my mind
It's like mary jane came at the right time
While i'm feinding the vine
I take a look at the sky to make me feel like a nigga wanna stay
high
Take a look at my eyes
You'd probably think i was blind
When you see a nigga's eyes that know fool
The people crook a nigga so cool
I been high all day me and the niggas that i'm close to
Up in the glass house blow!
And i'm loving this shit
Mary jane to the brain, i'm in love with ya bitch
Don't know what i'd do if you didn't exist
No better way to calm me down when i'm stressing and shit
See there's a blessing for this
Now where the indo
Getting higher than i can go
Roll it up i wanna see it in the air let the wind blow
All i wanna see is big smoke
Chorus (2x)
Just smoke
And blow
A blunt with me
I like marijuana
You like marijuana
We like marijuana
Legalize marijuana
Just smoke
Sparking up the mary jane
Everyday in my own zone, gettin blowed
Holding down the place
Cuz when i'm chief i hate
Notice how my eyes lay when i'm so throwed
Kissing ya lips and holding ya soul
Ooo love ya baby girl when ya breaking me off
Like ？？ ya making me cough, and easing my thoughts
Keeping g's with cheese cuz ya company costs
When we together we do nothing but floss
But when apart lord knows this two get hard to maintain
The only bitch that i fame for the claim
Steadily massaging my brain
And keep a playa on top of my game
Calm and cool every time that we hang
Me and crooks always running a train
Sucking ya body, girl till nothing remains
Feel nothing but pleasure, when i'm watching these flames
Hoping that nothing will change
So i can steal a sac and chill back while i'm smoking the jane
Chorus
See all i wanna do is smoke a sac with my real niggas
Coming up the block hitting hard
Smoking on treez
Got me dropping to my knees
So i gotta give the praise to the sky and the stars
So if i wanna get high tonite
Mr. pookie just roll me a blunt
We can both get blowed
Coming out the crook
Smoking big fat optimos
See the lights
But them hoes can't stop us though
Who the po's in this mutherfucker with the big weed
Coming up the block me and mr. pookie
Got no money but i'm still blowing treez
And i don't give a damn what you think about me
I'm a stoned crook soldier
Never been a buster
Blowing on treez no matter what them others done told ya
Hitting the scene with a pocket full of green
And you know what that means
We all getting high
Chorus till fade
16.Who I Be
You heard tha sound of a boom, didnt see me hit yo body
repeatedly
Burnin in yo capsule, hittin corners through yo artery
Dont bother me please, i got control of this land
Dont give a fuck, i'll fly again and again in yo hand
Or his or her, i have no ears, i cant hear wha's tha problem
But wheneva my homies stunt, you best believe i'll resolve em
Ak blastin no warnin, cant wait to jus be release
Soon as i spit out tha barrel, niggaz betta move, i cant see
No mo peeps, this aggrevated hot rounds of me
Jus cant wait to see us, we too swift, bitch we comin in flees
On yo knees, feel tha wrath of these itty bitty fellaz
Come get it if you dare us, through his own, now he's took care
of
Betta pair up and hit yo ass in multiples of 2, 4, 6, 8, 10
Tryin to duck but it went all tha way in, no mo friends
Jus faces of a desparate one, i aint gotta face yo son
Jus look at tha angry one who held tha gun
Lookin 4 me, i'm all up in ya, explosive once i enter
And leavin big ol holes so you remember
And gainin up on speed every second, keep goin til i get em
I'm deadly when i'm sparked, that's a lesson
Who i be？ that loud bang that always keep em duckin
Who i be？ an element been know to kill for nuthin
Whatcha see？ eternally now caught up in tha darkness
Fuckin wit artillery that's heartless
I came to you extremely heavy, i definitely aint no nigga
I'm quick to resolve shit wit one movement of tha finger
I split ligaments, fuck tha innocent
I one of tha causes for tha high death toll in tha world today
But neva face imprisonment
Cant see me when i'm movin cause i'm practically invisble
I'm known throughout tha world to cause pain in individuals
If you're ever confronted wit danger, please let me handle it
I guarnatee to destroy all in this world wit some gansta shit
Fuck tha pastors, tha schoolteachers, children and yo momma
I don took tha lives of presidents and street thugs on tha
corner
I'm tha definition of death row
Have you froze wit a tag on ya left toe
Or tha hospital bed wit ripped throat
As i leave up out tha barrel, army fatigue apparel
Finna give this nigga a bone marrow
Took care of situations that gave chase afta chase off
Hit em directly in his forehead, now his face off
He fired from my ass, jus look out for wha i'm shittin
Twistin, bleedin and chokin, wide open when i'n hittin
So listen together, we be as deadly some nerve gas
As tha words past, baby get tha last laugh
Movin swiftly, 9 outta 10 i left him critically
Eternal injuries left no hope or possiblities
As long as i don struck him, violence will neva cease
It's me tha deadly one, mo painful than a dose of hiv
I be 10 times badder than tha baddest hood nigga
I be 10 times badde than them bustas that pull triggas
Challenge or duel, so understand how tha fuck i'm feelin
These bitch made niggaz, gettin a reputation off my killin
All my ghetto children were meant to be born killaz
We enter in warm niggaz, leavin homies to mourn niggaz
We be quick to bomb niggaz, when we come tumblin down
I don hit yo chest makin you do that gurgilin sound
17.Big Ballah
Everyday tight flossin', top villian, i'm livin'
Time to get up on tha paper and collect from tha women
Slightly pimpin is tha game that i chose, i keeps it real
Went to ballin' came wit time, i suppose, you know tha deal
Bring my drink so i can chill, and pass me my weed
Big ballin' wit my crooks while i'm bouncin on d's
I got tha trees, if need, you playaz smokin or what？
O.k. pull up at tha station, i got tha cake in tha trunk
We got tha blunts and tha indo 2
Smokin til my lungs turn blue,come on
Come on, now playa whatcha wanna do？
Ballin wit half of my crew, come on
Let's throw a party fool, fuck it a barbeque
Invite tha ballaz, tha pimps, playaz and hustlaz 2
Got many hoes to chose, so chose em wisely
And jam tha isleys, how they respond it wont surprise me
Chorus： juiell (x2)
Big ballah, tha game shot calla
Everyday top flosser, you need a pound jus holla
Breakin bitches off wit my candy low reclinin'
Workin wood ville flossin off tha pinky diamond
Choppin up tha scene when i'm in tha bladed lexus
Knockin niggaz jaws wit tv's and headrests
Playin 64's, mobbin on lorenzo's
Lettin these playaz feel when i crawl on vogue's
And keep tha baddest hoes, jockin crooked medallion
5'6 stallion, she black and italian
I'm blowin all tha cake, i'm sippin all while straight
I'm travelin to tha pelican state, in new 99 escalade
I'm makin these boppers hate, cause crooks be breakin rules
I'm dinin on shrimp and steaks, i'm shinin on lakes and pools
I'm actin a fuckin fool, bangin my signs slow
Screwed out hittin hard, in drop top vinyl volvo
My click jus ball hoe, we crooks aint gon eva change
Destructed by mary jane, while fuckin this rappin' game
18.French Connection
Pullin' up at tha club in a 67 'lac
Wit tha champagne color, drop top, blowin on a sack
We were rollin like some macs, peepin all foes
I got to valet, my baby, cause she sittin on some all golds
Now lucci call those, ladies wit fitness
So we can handle our business, and let em know, jus how we kick
it
It's time to let em know tha real crooks are on tha scene
Unkindly to these hoes unless tha finally got some cheese
Now bring on tha weed, let's float on cloud 30-30
I said a few lines, she grab my hand, i knew she heard me
I sat at tha bar afta rollin' up tha cake
Then they mixed that grand moyea wit that damn kovasea
French connection and some hay, we were blowin fool
I cant keep drinkin like this, i gotta hop up in tha old school
Playin it so cool, and still smokin
Locin up wit this tight, bright stallion, i had spoken
Baby, come and get some
Mr. pookie, mr. lucci wit tha big guns
Playaz havin bug fun, now tell me do you want some
I'm at tha bar laced out on french connection
Bout it, bout it, baby!!!!!
Now once again, this playa stepped in, wit tha first class
dressin
Teachin lessons on impression, toward tha vip section
Me and pookie steady wreckin, headshots of french connections
Green depressions, got me in a zone of balla flexin
Crooked down dallas, texas, stackin g's while i'm plexin
Stoneycrook niggaz, runnin everythang, dont even test them
Hopped up and i'm chopped up on tha dance floor, showin mo luv
Yella bone eyes locked up, when i'm propped up wit my soljaz
It's so much, green cover for tha primeco phone holder
See tha don man's and tha golds, bruh
Crooked pest games wit her shoulda
And i told her, meet me at tha bar bout 3
Go gather up some of yo freaks, while i find pookie
Jacuzzi's and dubbie's, wit new ki's, wha it's gon be
Green trees and don p, droppin tops through dallas deep
Coolin out wit my g's, niggaz that you can't tame
Hoes strikin down crooked p's, hurricane wit a kango
Chillin at tha bar, gettin tipsy off tha drank
French connection got me feelin like a nigga wanna faint
Now i'm rollin up tha cake wit my eyes on tha crowd
Pookie and lucci, blowin like we floatin on a cloud
Feelin' me now？ see, i'm tha chiffer of all chiffers
Figure it out, now take it slow and catch a breather
Ya trippin' me out, now throw that booty like its lethal
Show tha butt, hold it up, bounce it for tha people
Yes, i see you in tha back of tha club, takin photos
I'm finna blow hoe, look round, wassup wit tha dodo
I want some mo 'fo, i cant get wrapped up in my own world
Stallion wit long pearls, sexy now its on gurl
You wit yo friends and i'm wit a couple 2
Jus hold onto tha number, we'll see you in a day or 2
Pissy, tipsy wit my crew steady jiggin for fun
Now tell tha people to come and get some
19.Whatchallwannado
Jus anotha day, chiffin hay, in north dallas
C-pone jus called me up, now i'm about to hit tha shower
Took me bout an hour, and now i'm creased down in my polo
I'm makin these niggaz hate today, by wearin a crooked logo
Watch out for tha blow hoe, and leavin you bitches in tha mist
And if you niggaz dont trip on me, then i wont bust yo shit
Plus my click be tha ruffest, not sayin we tha toughest
But stoneycrook niggaz, been known to come out wit tha ruckus
Fuck you who say fuck us, and all ya'll niggaz who be hatin'
Cappin, cause you can't fade me, runnin up on me daily
But baby, its mo' complicated, than you can see
Words lose all meanin', when niggaz see niggaz gleamin'
So dont you even think that you can get outta this
So bitch, to get me to this point, you must really got me pissed
I'm twist and dismember, choppin down nigga timber
Kodac moment remember, this crooked nigga a rippla
Whatchallwannado？ if you trip, then we bomb first
Pull out tha guns first, chiff until i lungs hurt
I know bombin', but tha rippla finna bomb worse
Look at us come first, best believe be bomb worse
Welcome to tha wild, wild west, tha southside, its me, a killa
Fuck billy tha kid nigga, it's lucci tha wig splitta
Like tyson a hard hitta, toe tag deala
A brain spilla, body chilla, mind thrilla, fuck it, killa
On tha grind for my scrilla, rhymin' hard, workin strong
Chiffin smoke up in my long, still my whole bag gon
I live long, for doin wrong, cause wit my crooks, man its on
Leave a nigga dome blown, or up shit creek, all alone
For bumpin his grill, he must thought he was go cheat one, 4
real
Now he killed, 6 feet he feel, surrounded by mob skillz
Crooked is as crooked does, like crooked thugs
And crooked hugs and crooked slugs and crooked luv
It aint neva enuff, until i whip it out my holsta
Cocked back ready to roast ya, on every wanted poster
Stayin' high like a vulture, inflictin' pain from smoke
Those crooked soljaz smokin, let tha coroner dispose ya
I been quick to cause a tragedy, fuckin wit my faculty
Bullets sprayed rapidly, now they died from my fatality
Fuck those who try to battle me, this rap shit is a mastery
Bomb viciously, leavin tha whole scene full of catastrophes
Hollow my calvary, when i feel danger in tha mist
Now i'm pissed, wit a clutched fist
Around they ashton and my 45th
No mo lift, in these shady niggaz in fleets
We be deadlier than a weed blunt dipped in phaldahyde and
morphine
Sparklin' clean up through tha industry
Lyrics at yo weak feet, they notice me
Due to my unique style of texas poetry
Blowin these, wack mc's, who refuse to give our props
Platinum hitz from tha stoneycrook click, til we all sittin on
top
When tha rippla drop, best believe we comin wit bombs
Turnin' yo average house party, into a modern day vietnam
Run up if you want some, we clash like titans
Aint no collaboration deadlier than stoneycrook and i come
20.Tha Rippla
Feel tha calmness of tha breeze as mr. pookie walks through tha
hood
I been strollin all night long solo johnson feelin good
I just threw away a dubbie nigga, i'm about to roll anotha
Til i bumped into two niggaz i aint know wassup hustla
I heard you got them sacks and if that's true, i want 2
And uh 1 for my lil homie, he be smokin all night too
So i told them niggaz bail and quickly stepped away wit hast
You see i know these streetz to well and he was reachin for his
waist
Oh shit, my battle mode don switched a whole fuckin level
Don switched to part 2 that's crooked intentions mixed wit rebel
Like tha devil on me, pookie get control of yoself
Cant release tha rippla on these niggaz shit they'll be nuthin
left
You ready？ i'm ready aint scared (hold up)i thought you was
ready
Naw, you wasnt sayin that shit while ago when you was callin for
mary
I bring ya hat to ya nigga, its best you flee out my hood
Cause you don fucked up on tha second level motivatal crook
Chorus
As you enter, yo body shivers, yo brain no longer remembers
Who did this to ya, it was tha rippla
Blank yo picture and left you cold, yo body swoll wit bullet
holes,
Yo eyes are closed, it was tha rippla
Release yo soul and sides exposed, tha grim ripper has come to
get cha
Now close tha zipper, it was tha rippla
As you enter, yo body shivers, from this world you've been
delivered
Who did this to ya, it was tha rippla
Still chillin peepin tha path in which they fled
Notice they took a right didnt them bitches hear what i said
They think i'm playin mr. pookie finna scene don went cold
Now its time for tha rippla, i'ma tell you niggaz how i'm gon do
it
Swift wit big holes
We bringin tha big guns artillery u aint gon fade homie
Bringin my knife wit my gun fight ak black wit tha blade on it
Betta watch out when i spray if only
It inhabit yo body wit leg components
Take it for granted i'm swearin on it
Leavin for crow dead and lonely
Now ya tryin to squash tha shit, i don hit yo body, caps wit
vengeance
Can't nobody get me up off ya nigga, prepare yoself for tha
finish
I don cut tha nigga i'm rippin take tha confidence from a nigga
Left him wit feminine feelings and big bullet holes from tha
rippla
There's a lesson to be learned but its too late for you to see
Plus yo homeboy been left and got you alone up in these streetz
Mo 3 had to get him at tha point of no return
Anger don got tha best of me, now they bodies get burned
Chorus
I don dealt away wit a nigga, now its time to flee tha scene
Thinkin bout how i left him, face down off in tha crete
Lemme fire up this weed, time to calm my fuckin nerves
I can feel tha po-po's comin ,hear tha sirens seen a bird
Heard, this nigga known for pullin jacks on a nigga
But what he didnt know ain nuthin but crooks on audelia
But still you'll be tryin to catch me slippin wit cha crew
So i released fire and came back bustin wit my fools
Let's even up, fightin we aint deep enough
So my niggaz strapped and now they headed toward tha street to
bust
Ya'll bitches aint seein us, shit i'm bout to blow some mo
Bombin on you hataz like tha crisis off in kosovo
Powerful and dont you know i aint that average playa to test
And like a rhino i'm jus finna penetrate through yo chest
Time to rest and that's for good see
No comin back too late to plea
Told you bout my motive 3
Dont cross my crooked boundary
Chorus
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