What's a nine to a thousand rounds I'll count em' out, now you're Looking scary now
I'm on the prowl, when you hear the Chopper sound
When you see the gang flags and the Signs thrown out, it's understood
Homie I would die for the hood
My favorite rappers tell me I should Grind for the hood
But all my friends are doing f*cking Time for the hood
So why we always got to bet our life For the hood
25 to life to fill a pipe for a dime
I think I'm f*cking losing my mind
Is a couple thousand dollars really Worth all the nights where my
Family has cried wondering if I'm Dead or alive
It seems worthless, all the guns and The weight
Tonight's the night I guess I'll find Out if I really have what it f*cking Takes to say f*ck the gang life
Yeah
All of these people talk nonsense They bluffin'
They call me a thug with hash I be Rolling
That's all of my bud in this one joint I'm puffing, I'll bust in your face and Then leave like it's nothing
They call it a sin but from heaven I'm sent
Kicked out the gates and then fell on My head
Bend my bitch over and put in the Jimmy I eat out her world and pray God will forgive me
Yeah this boy be so vicious
Burning y'all no matter the pigment
Climbing the ladder no matter the Batter I'm a warrior so there is no Dissing
Here is a new lesson class is now in An ill session
I got my boy Smith and my boy Wesson
Bitch what you thinking
That I'm never gonna get paid
Shit I've been doing this since like The f*cking 5th grade
So keep on hating
And keep talking up all that shit
But when you're back in the city you Riding on this dick
Aye woo woo
Yeah shout out my nigga Barry
Drizzy Dreamy in the dojo he kick Shit
Judo chop your neck you'll twist like A Ripstick
Ballin' so hard like I play for the Nuggets
Melo with the hesi I get the buckets
Son I keep on stunting but I don't Buy it
Might just say f*ck it and stir up a Crisis
Jimmy Neutron bitch I'm bout to Blast off
Can't see the future but I got my mask off
Chaos coming in the blazing heat
Get pumped with a slug when it's 100 Degrees
I stay posted up in Bora Bora
Burner in the backpack Dora the Explora
Boots got a gat little nigga I warned ya
Dragon Ball baller bitch
Don't touch my aura
Slicing the beat like I'm Samurai Jack
When I push the button there ain't no going back
Crøøked - Crisis (feat. Dre, the Dreamer) Lyrics
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What's a nine to a thousand rounds I'll count em' out, now you're Looking scary now
I'm on the prowl, when you hear the Chopper sound
When you see the gang flags and the Signs thrown out, it's understood
Homie I would die for the hood
My favorite rappers tell me I should Grind for the hood
But all my friends are doing f*cking Time for the hood
So why we always got to bet our life For the hood
25 to life to fill a pipe for a dime
I think I'm f*cking losing my mind
Is a couple thousand dollars really Worth all the nights where my
Family has cried wondering if I'm Dead or alive
It seems worthless, all the guns and The weight
Tonight's the night I guess I'll find Out if I really have what it f*cking Takes to say f*ck the gang life
Yeah
All of these people talk nonsense They bluffin'
They call me a thug with hash I be Rolling
That's all of my bud in this one joint I'm puffing, I'll bust in your face and Then leave like it's nothing
They call it a sin but from heaven I'm sent
Kicked out the gates and then fell on My head
Bend my bitch over and put in the Jimmy I eat out her world and pray God will forgive me
Yeah this boy be so vicious
Burning y'all no matter the pigment
Climbing the ladder no matter the Batter I'm a warrior so there is no Dissing
Here is a new lesson class is now in An ill session
I got my boy Smith and my boy Wesson
Bitch what you thinking
That I'm never gonna get paid
Shit I've been doing this since like The f*cking 5th grade
So keep on hating
And keep talking up all that shit
But when you're back in the city you Riding on this dick
Aye woo woo
Yeah shout out my nigga Barry
Drizzy Dreamy in the dojo he kick Shit
Judo chop your neck you'll twist like A Ripstick
Ballin' so hard like I play for the Nuggets
Melo with the hesi I get the buckets
Son I keep on stunting but I don't Buy it
Might just say f*ck it and stir up a Crisis
Jimmy Neutron bitch I'm bout to Blast off
Can't see the future but I got my mask off
Chaos coming in the blazing heat
Get pumped with a slug when it's 100 Degrees
I stay posted up in Bora Bora
Burner in the backpack Dora the Explora
Boots got a gat little nigga I warned ya
Dragon Ball baller bitch
Don't touch my aura
Slicing the beat like I'm Samurai Jack
When I push the button there ain't no going back
I'm on the prowl, when you hear the Chopper sound
When you see the gang flags and the Signs thrown out, it's understood
Homie I would die for the hood
My favorite rappers tell me I should Grind for the hood
But all my friends are doing f*cking Time for the hood
So why we always got to bet our life For the hood
25 to life to fill a pipe for a dime
I think I'm f*cking losing my mind
Is a couple thousand dollars really Worth all the nights where my
Family has cried wondering if I'm Dead or alive
It seems worthless, all the guns and The weight
Tonight's the night I guess I'll find Out if I really have what it f*cking Takes to say f*ck the gang life
Yeah
All of these people talk nonsense They bluffin'
They call me a thug with hash I be Rolling
That's all of my bud in this one joint I'm puffing, I'll bust in your face and Then leave like it's nothing
They call it a sin but from heaven I'm sent
Kicked out the gates and then fell on My head
Bend my bitch over and put in the Jimmy I eat out her world and pray God will forgive me
Yeah this boy be so vicious
Burning y'all no matter the pigment
Climbing the ladder no matter the Batter I'm a warrior so there is no Dissing
Here is a new lesson class is now in An ill session
I got my boy Smith and my boy Wesson
Bitch what you thinking
That I'm never gonna get paid
Shit I've been doing this since like The f*cking 5th grade
So keep on hating
And keep talking up all that shit
But when you're back in the city you Riding on this dick
Aye woo woo
Yeah shout out my nigga Barry
Drizzy Dreamy in the dojo he kick Shit
Judo chop your neck you'll twist like A Ripstick
Ballin' so hard like I play for the Nuggets
Melo with the hesi I get the buckets
Son I keep on stunting but I don't Buy it
Might just say f*ck it and stir up a Crisis
Jimmy Neutron bitch I'm bout to Blast off
Can't see the future but I got my mask off
Chaos coming in the blazing heat
Get pumped with a slug when it's 100 Degrees
I stay posted up in Bora Bora
Burner in the backpack Dora the Explora
Boots got a gat little nigga I warned ya
Dragon Ball baller bitch
Don't touch my aura
Slicing the beat like I'm Samurai Jack
When I push the button there ain't no going back
Writer: Anthony Moody, Casey McVeigh
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid