, hid my fears I ran to the forest, I ran to the trees I ran and I ran, I was looking for me I ran past the churches and the crooked old mailbox Past
of lies Perjures the jurors, witness despised Crooked lawyers, false Indictments publicized It's entertainment the arraignments, the subpoenas High profile gladiators in bloodthirsty arenas Enter the Dragon, black-robe crooked
by crook I'm such a tease and you're such a flirt Once you've been around you've been around enough Little by little by hook or by crook Never living
is my family. This is my family, my family. Bizzy: Thug lovesick, my hood is in drug prison. The end is my mission, we heatin' shit. Why vision? Be crooked
got the hook-up, hook it up Just call it up, what you need Indeed, a nigga got the hook-ups on the tweed But I got more then trees Wanna see what I
to the beat Creepin' up my block I'm already knowin' a nigga wanna do me So I stay strapped (Don't pose for the cop) Crooked cops, they gonna harass
I got the hook-up, hook it up Just call it up, what you need, indeed A nigga got the hook-ups on the tweed But I got more than trees, wanna see what
fellas get up under my skin That's why I don't mess with friends Unless it's my Mac-10 I'm the king of the ghetto, Z-Ro the crooked in the flesh Looking
inside this trap Who are you to look at me with your eyes like that? Wising up young blood, before you make things escalate And I would hate To set your crooked
rests, And your story begins. You read your fair share of books, You tied your lace a thousand times, And you saw the good in the worst of the crooks
Ma I am yours, mi amor, my ghetto Zsa Zsa Gabor Don't be snitchin' to the law or ever give up my draws You're Fly Robin Fly that apple of my eye Crooked
at these bleeding knuckles Alabama's elephant feet rumble, get pummelled and beat Underneath the concrete like a street plumber Give me the bucks from in the trees
The butterfly sailed on the breeze Past a field of barbed wire trees Where golden dragons chased around Pampered poppies on the ground Two silver trout
nothing through backyards and trees you ripped your shirt on a fence but it didn't get me yeah it's fear it makes you so low and these creatures look crooked
dark Chasing nothing through backyards and trees You ripped your shirt on a fence But it didn't get me Yeah, it's fear, makes you slow And these creatures look crooked
hatin' yeah they waitin' that's fine. Maco snap through the fishin' line. watch for the hook, Spitta bring it to just on time. On trees, like an ornament
see me with the Hubble We ain't wishin these niggaz good luck, go get a clover This Bun B, it's "B.E. 3," this shit is over [Crooked I] SLAUGHTERHOUUUUUSE
your back, the jackel No time to react, combat, flyin scrap metal Kamikaze degrees, cherry instant fire, live wire Dunn, rock it til your knees drop, over tree
