Halfway Crooks
Reach my surroundings when I move
Out cause dudes envy
Something like Prince Akeem 2 in the semi
Super soak ya, anti-social
For the mail I'll go postal
Postpone your post put it on pause
With no controller at all
Just a nickel plated fo-fo
Pockets got a melody, carryin' notes
Without bad breath, still carry the scope
I infrared whoever infiltrate, or disrespect
My money make
It intellect, like a safety you intercept
A chain of bullets
They vics when they rubbing your chest
Pincher i treat all beef tender
No shook ones around here son
You like Michael Jay Fox when
Them bad boys come
Not Will Smith or Martin Lawrence
I'm talkin' 'bout
Boys that'll surely inspire
Your life insurance, life is short
Your reality is at the height of a dwarf
Say goodbye to the bitches
And the champagne corks
Say hello to the ditches where
Your homies is tossed, in it
Porche blocks be black tinted
Everything stocked
Catch me running over civilians
Middle finger
Up when i'm removing the ceiling
Dissect the
Whole block when i'm removing your building
This goes out to every man
Woman and children i don't discriminate
Shook ones get earthquaked
Rappers are scared to death
They're scared to look
Cause ain't no such thing as halfway crooks
Niggas shook from the door like
"Who is 'dem boys?"
Anything happen in front of it
They're responsible for it
Niggas play hardcore like they
Really want a war
Find themselves ductaped in the Ford Explorer
Like "This ain't even car ford
How I end up in this?"
Walkin' on the ocean's floor at
The bottom of the abyss
I'm guttin' you guppies up
Take a nap with the fish
We don't wanna talk about it
We know where you live
Mattafact, we got pictures of your kids
Tryna' talk himself out of it
But he don't wanna hear
What a mess, look at what you niggas did
Dig a hole, bury yourself
By a jump off the bridge
This no subliminal, you know who we is
Tried to do the snake thing
But we got to his ribs
Not the rib that protect his organs
But rib meaning his woman that
Be spending his fortune
Huh, hop out the frying pan scorching
Right into the fire hitman for hire, Punch
When i be in the block, rappers
They get shook up
Cause what i'm holdin' that get
Your soul took up
Blukah! Sound of the chrome plated woopa
House flyin' straight to your medula, suit up
When it's time for war, lace your boots up
My advice get your head bulletproofed up
No mercy, when the tool bust, smooch ya'
Leave your ass asking for your future
Who ya? I don't know ya', gotta show ya'
Folding dough like yoga don't approach us
Nurse bag get smoked fast
Like a penitentiary box of cigarettes
(yeah) we still got that work
Posted on the ave
Nickle and dime bags of narcotics, I got it
You want it? No problem
Still got the fiend shook like hydraulics