then me Cause in particularly I get figures like I'm flippin' some D?? I don't know whatchu claim but I'm pro wit' the aim Nigga the Crooked'll put a
horse My four-fifth strapped when shootin' craps on the porch Back and fourth like Cameo I'm always Death Row Even though I try I can't let go Like
me runnin' from the Feds But I refuse to go alive It's kill or be killed That's how real niggaz survive I'm high powered Yeah It's Daz that mass-murderin
it smile Bdi, like the all I seein, everything, like this mood I be in Meditation, constant concentration When I inhale and exhale for all my niggas whose facin death row
of a pearl white limo Don't wanna be your man, I'm your nigga Touch me here, I'll get bigger While I'm diggin' I'll get deep into your liver I'm game
find me? 16 on Death Row Dear mama, they sentenced me to death Today's my final day, I'm countin' every breath I'm bitter 'cause I'm dyin', so much
[Crooked I] Yo, it's that untouchable gangsta Crooked in to I go I'm from a long lost tribe called "Fuck a Hoe" Come through in a new Chevy, droppin game
the back door The back door, the back door, the back door Walked in the club, all the ho's gave me the sex look They like a nigga like me 'cause I'm
people confused Cause they know I leave speakers abused, I eat the EQs I eat through the beat, what's the secret? I think it's the SHOES! Back in Cali
trippin', yo, I think your little homie, he a crook" The spot got shook, it was hell below Is that the future shock? Hell, no, it's Death Row I was
think we got canine teeth?, It's the optical stimuli, of watching men cry, I hope I have time to repent before I die, Bury me at the beach, if the sea
, that my old man wasn't I came to a field, catchin' cases, litigation Niggaz playa hatin', got me crooked in all fifty states I'm screamin' death row
nigga? What's my muh'fuckin' name nigga? What's my muh'fuckin' name? Outlawz in this bitch, rap pro at his finest Repeat, Death Row at it's finest Nigga
back lanes Switch it to the left lane I play with my hands And I'm plotting on the fortune, it's gettin' hot and scorching I'm thinking like a scorpion
smack-ups, forces callin' for back-up Chunked in the trunk, 200 ki's to crack up Breathe holdin's essential, spy-hunter utensils Four govermentals with four sets of dentals I
they see the toppest servin a putdown And I'm on this notice my opponents get took down A crook down from my ground of clout Representin Death Row when I
