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Crooked I - 40 Barz lyrics
Yeah, Crooked keep a German Luger, a Bazooka and three vest
 He's not from Cash Money but man he's fresh
 Ever since I was a baby I was about them millions
 All about my paper like my name was Slim Williams
 We kill like we primitive, warn women and children
 Them wig pillin' henchman have just entered the building, toaten' things with 'em
 See I've been packing heaters since niggaz was wearin' adidas
 With no strings in 'em, Crookeds flow bring venom
 I'm hungry as if my pockets had no G's in 'em
 Unload heat hit 'em, the strap spark it
 You collapse on a shack carpet, the gat's heartless
 Watch it hit the exact target, act hard bitch
 we love it when cats start shit
 Kill 'em and sell their vital organs on the black market
 How many songs must I fucking record?
 That a thug ?, till he's runnin' the board
 Fuck a couple awards; I want the cover of Forbes
 Nigga try to stop that is gettin' stucked with a sword
 You don't need nicotine to put a hole in your lung like emphysemaCrooked I - 40 Barz - http://motolyrics.com/crooked-i/40-barz-lyrics.html
 Cause I can do it quick with this trigger finger
 Attitude on the mic like Ike when he was sick of Tina
 Switch the demeanor, when I'm in a 360 Modena
 Fuck a subpoena, a felony or a misdemeanor
 Nigga wanna snitch on me, watch how quickly I click the Nina
 Yeah, rappers think they hot enough to do me
 I'm way ahead of you nigga, you need binoculars to view me
 I suck you up and if you think I'm popular then sue me
 Your body's poppin' up in two weeks
 That don't rhyme, this insane cat don't mind, to add on line
 I spit game like Pat O'Brien, big thangs, I don't plan on dyin'
 My nick name is Spit flame, quick aim, I keep my hand on iron
 And I don't really wanna have to point this pistol at your throat
 And send you to somebody who took the Hippocratic oat
 Switch it up, each rhyme is vivid, each line is I live it
 It's a movie, nigga, these are some cinematic quotes
 Your verse sound plastic, just another hers bound bastard
 In a dirt ground casket, Crooked is a first round draft pick
 In the first round get your ass kicked and die in the first round blasted








