Oh... you niggas thought it was over and done?
I told you a soldier would come
Run for both of your guns
While you got that chronic smoke in your lungs
Open your mail, there's a picture inside, of me... chokin' your son
You're broke than a bum
Need to rap over some fatter samples
You Roger Troutman... out-settin' a bad example
In fact, should of had you gaffled, in back of the tabernacle
When you was tryin' to have [?] sex from that tramp,
with the adam's apple
I never understood why they was hatin' on Crook'
It's all just good 'cause the whole 'hood was waitin' on Crook'
I don't battle rap groups
I put switches on Cadilac Coupes
Nigga, that's how the strap shoots
I still... beat the hell outta fat dukes
While you cowards act cute
I teach these rap, soup-eatin' niggas how to stack loot
Gats to tuck
Can't tell you cats enough
The first thug label in the world, that's wussup...
It's Death Rizzo
i think crooked i is the only one that could mess with eminem in his prime imo.
ronnie da god
