B**ch-Crooked I

B**ch - Crooked I You know what's mind burgling Niggas be acting like b**ches, you know Man why you sign to Death Row? Get out my business b**ch Man why you leave Death Row? Ni**a, it's always business, it's never personal homie Get it right I see you mothaf**kas, I see you over there And I know you wanna f**k with me I got my eyes on you suckas But I don't really care Cause I keep a burner tuck with me Yeah, niggas is under aware I'm their worst f**king nightmare Send shots to the night air cause I don't fight fair Watch you die right there, without a slight care Like: "Yeah ni**a, youse a snake" Type of ni**a that get mad over the moves you make Look at the rules you break You choose to hate, shake your friend when he loose his cake You dudes is fake, b**ch niggas When the guns cock, choose your fate Click triggers, when I bust glocks, loose your face Ditch diggers, with one shot, its news at eight We six figure, then a thug got loot to chase A rich ni**a, we ballin' while you f**kers in the drought Cause if it ain't about the money, tz, what the f**k is it about Catch me in the beach house, its straight thuggin' in the south With my ni**a Humpty Hump, punchin' you suckas in the mouth Droppin' a matter frightenin' rate Striking at lightning's pace, one slice, your lungs pipes deflate Mad at me cause your ice is fake I got B.O.S.S. written across my license plate Life is great, b**ch ni**a I see you mothaf**kas, I see you over there And I know you wanna f**k with me I got my eyes on you suckas But I don't really care Cause I keep a burner tuck with me